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Apple-Grape Smoothie Recipe

2012-02-01T15:52:00.001+08:00

It's been terribly hot lately. So hot that even if I'm stuck to my chair, I still, sweat buckets. Hence, I've decided to make my very own cold drink - apple 'n grape smoothie!

Do you know that smoothies are the ideal fuel-on-the-go breakfast? Provided you use fresh and healthy ingredients, such as fruits, tofu, and vegetables, smoothies can provide important protein, vitamins, and minerals.

During summer, I noticed a lot of smoothie bars selling drinks at unreasonable prices. I mean, if you look closely, they don't give you the whole fruit. They just drop in small slices of fruit and douse it with lots of milk, crushed ice, and sugar. With that said, you're better off eating cake! Come to think of it, it makes sense to make your own 'cause you're able to ensure you get the fruits/veggies' healthy goodness.

Not your regular poison apple

So here's how I make my own apple-grape smoothie. Now, before anything else, make sure all your utensils are clean - these include the blender, knife, chopping board, etc. Don't forget to wash the fruits before using them. I usually do not peel off the fruits 'cause some peelings, like grapes, guava, berries, have more antioxidants.

Ingredients:

2 medium-size apples (unpeeled and sliced)

6-10 pieces of seedless grapes (I use Tesco's market choice)

1 table spoon of Sunglo fresh yoghurt

1/2 cup of fresh milk (high calcium, low fat)

4-6 ice cubes

Drop all the fruits, pour in the milk and the yoghurt including the ice cubes and then blend. Instead of turning it right on high, treat your blender like a sports car, start on low gear and smoothly turn it all the way up! Continue blending until you don't see no big chunks floating.

Pour the mixture into a tall glass, and drink it right away for maximum flavour and benefit. In case you don't have grapes, you can try using bananas (my favorite!) or carrots. Enjoy!

Et voila!

Next time, I'll teach you how to make beetroot juice!

Are you Awesome?

2012-01-28T22:30:00.002+08:00

Yes! And so am I.

Our minds work in mysterious ways. And despite its complexity, there's one thing scientists and philosophers agree - we view the world through the lens of our preconceptions. Preconception is an idea/concept formed in advance. This can include our beliefs, faith, and even the way we perceive ourselves. We prejudge reality based on our expectations.

Pause for a moment: What do you see in this figure?

Can you see the old woman's nose forming the chin of the young girl? Without that preconception, most of you would see the young lady first instead of the old woman. Once your mind grasps the concept, it informs your interpretation of the picture - same as you interpret life.

So if we perceive ourselves inferior, we might be looking at our noses cause our mind is blocking awareness of something that is there - potentials, opportunities, and possibilities. Now if only, we predispose to perceive or expect greatness, then being great or awesome no longer becomes a far-fetched dream.

The official poster of Project Awesome 2012

Now, that's exactly the aim of the Project Awesome 2012 campaign, which hopes to raise people's self-esteem and sense of unity through the art of photography. Everyone, regardless of race, nationality, gender, etc., are invited to take a photo of themselves with a piece of paper that reads: I'm Awesome! Sort of like the one below, be creative 'n wacky people! To date, even celebrities have already taken part of this campaign, so why not join the fun?

Can't believe I'm posing with a nekkid mascot :P

You can email your photo/s to projectawesome2012@yahoo.com or Twitpic them and mention @PA2012_ in Twitter. Get your friends and family join in the fun. Deadline is February 12, 2012.

For more details, visit http://projectawesome2012.blogspot.com or https://www.facebook.com/ProjectAwesome2012

Let's be confident to claim what has been rightfully ours --- let's be all awesome!

ItsMoreFUNinthePhilippines

2012-01-15T01:09:00.000+08:00

Having visited many places overseas, I always knew that Filipinos were the fun sort. It seems nothing could ever muffle our expressive nature --- we scream; shout praises; raise our hands, clap and sway; let out a laugh; and beam with an ever-ready smile. As what Jessica Zafra puts it, smiling is our primary defense strategy. Floods, typhoons, coup d'etat and all sort of calamities and catastrophes have badly shaken our country and yet what remains intact is our sense of fun and humour.

It's been a week since Department of Tourism launched the ItsMoreFuninthePhilippines campaign and although there were minor backlashes, I'm glad to see more people actively participating in this campaign. Capitalizing on Filipino's social media savviness, the campaign uses social media to urge users to bring their experience from the physical to the online space. I think it's remarkable if not original means to deliver the message to tourist as well as Filipinos to visit the Philippines.

On another note, those attention whores who still give a shit on the 1951 Switzerland campaign, are singing off tune. There's certainly no copyright infringement - The Swiss can never put claim on a byline. We're talking a different campaign here that motivates people to self-publish --- using a different platform with a unique content generated by users. And let's face it, in this time of knowledge sharing, originality is overrated.

I admit, the DOT campaign awakened the sentimental in me, and made me think of the fun times I had back in my homeland. So what makes it more fun in the Philippines? Here are my top-of-mind picks:

It's more fun being a shopaholic in the Philippines 'cause we have one of Asia's top largest malls.
It's more fun being a writer/blogger/journalist in the Philippines 'cause there is freedom of expression.
It's more fun being a nature lover in the Philippines 'cause there are 7,101 islands to explore!
It's more fun being a free thinker in the Philippines 'cause there's freedom to choose/practice a religion.
It's more fun being a foodie in the Philippines 'cause we have a dizzying variety of fusion cuisines.
It's more fun being a penny pincher in the Philippines 'cause you get more bang for your buck.

I can go on and on with this but the proof is in the pudding. So, dear reader why not visit the Philippines and find out why it's more fun. Tara na! Biyahe tayo!

Photo credit: Daily Mail UK and Pinterest

A Letter to my Crush

2012-01-04T03:07:00.005+08:00

Dear Crush,

I like you since day one. Oh don't get me wrong, it's not the creepy kind where I keep a photo of you and blow it kisses before I fall asleep to dream about you the whole night. That's too teeny bopper.

It's more of a silly smile on my face whenever I recapture the day you came into my life. Imagine, of all the people you could approach, you asked for my name. I, that plump girl with a face void of makeup, shiny and awfully tired. I am not sure what piqued your curiosity, there's a million ways to look at this. Perhaps it was my thick hair, my foreign accent, or that absent-minded stare I always have when I'm locked in my own world. Well, whatever it was, I've led myself to believe that I matter to someone. Although it wasn't enough for you to find me captivating for the long haul.

Still, I always look forward to reading your thoughtful emails. For me it was like unwrapping a candy for I'd savour every word and sentence, every opinion and idea. Looking for hidden meanings and sweetness which certainly aren't there. I'd be amused with your endless whining and sarcasm, ponder every morsel of wisdom and good advice, and laugh heavily at your jokes. Then I would come up with a smart reply that'll knock your socks off! And start hoping my quirkiness and crazy ideas wouldn't be weird but a fresh air into your pragmatic life.

It still confuses me for some reason, even if I'm so interested with being with you, I still am a scaredy cat. I'll die of shame if you found out. You see it's not my style to appear to you as some emotional mess or a damsel in distress, calling you at the dead of night and asking you how I should sort my life. I need a lover not a problem solver. I know I could try sexy flirting or putting you on a drunken stupor so you'll finally act on impulse.

Still, I won't go to the extremes and risk it. Certain things, such as your friendship, I am not ready to give up. I'd rather have you as a friend than not have you in my life at all.

I know I put up a brave from the day you told me you're officially taken and you having no time to check your emails. I tried to receive them with warmth to keep that facade. Trust me, I've been through the worst of heartbreaks and this, I can wing off.

Nevertheless, I've always wanted to say you this: you inspire me in many ways you'll never imagine. Exactly how? It's a long story but love has a way to make you move mountains and cross seas. It's not every day that someone like you comes my way. It seems there isn't enough words to help me make you feel and understand things which I am doing my best to purge this instant.

So explains why I've been distant lately. Well, except for the fluke phone call that recently happened because I was impelled by circumstances. I know you won't notice my absence with the new adventures happening in your life. Yet I know I can't go on hiding forever 'cause there'll come a day I'll have to return something that's rightly yours and claim mine. But when that time happens I hope I won't have that puppy-dog eyes or that shot of hope streaking on my face. I will no longer be electrocuted by your charms and gentlemanly manners. By then, I would be the friend you truly deserve.

Sigh. It's another day spent without you...

A neverending game with the river Styx, I just make do to get by.
I know something will click into place and I'll be close to truly forgetting.

So keep me in memory,
Lleuvelyn

Resolutions

2011-12-31T17:07:00.001+08:00

Life passes by so quickly. And now it's the New Year again, a time of change and new beginnings, hopefully. It's no surprise why some people choose to throw away the chains and let worries fly away once the ball drops.

But come to think of it, come tomorrow, we will still be riddled with the same old things that kept us on our toes in 2011 - say keeping jobs, making ends meet, mortgages, keeping family and self contented.

As much as we want to perceive it positively, there's this nagging fact that we can't predict all the things that could happen to the things we know and love. Fate's got a (sick) way of changing things just when you don't want it to.

But despite of all this, we can only take our best bets and make an effort to steer things in the right direction.

"I can't recreate what just might have been

I know that my heart will find love again

Now is the time to begin..."

So what have I got planned for 2012? Look at the top, that's my short list of goals for 2012. To be honest, 2011 was a short and quick year for me, if 2012 is going to be the same, then I’d best be getting started on all my goals before the year draws to a close again.

So here's a toast to whatever happens in the not-so-distant future!

My Year-End Review for 2011

2011-12-30T02:15:00.001+08:00

New Years are all about celebration and starting fresh. It's a time when we leave behind the past and embrace the uncertainties ahead. It's also a time when we need to do some reflecting on the many stupidities, oddities, and justices we've made in our lives.

It took me sometime to answer this 'lil questionnaire cause for me, being privy to my thoughts, it felt like looking at a mirror where all zits, fine lines and crinkles could be seen and of course...magnified. So *breathes deeply* here's my year-end review:

1. What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before? Trying to live a simpler life. Over the years I got used to surrounding myself with a lot of material things, and with a lot of merriment and luxury. So it kindda felt like I was on rehab when I started schooling this year, it was difficult at first but day by day I started appreciating it.
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I'm off the hook on this one, simply because I didn't set any for 2011. As for the second question, yes I have some plans for 2012.
3. Did anyone close to you die? Nine months ago, my grandma passed away due to many heart complications. God bless her soul. I also lost my pet dog, Coby. He passed away a few days after I left for Malaysia.
4. Did anyone close to you give birth? Yes, my sister. So that makes me an official aunty now. Geez, now that sounds so old...
5. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011? I wish to have more time and money for travel. I want to visit faraway lands, explore nature treks, and do awesome things such as swooshing along the longest zip lines. Yup, the kind of activities your friend will wish you break a leg!
6. What date from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? I think it was a few days after my grandma's burial, when I received my acceptance letter from UM. At that point, I thought I'd never get accepted to graduate school.
7. What was your biggest achievement of the year? I can't think of any at the moment. There were little achievements but I wouldn't brand them as milestones.
8. Did you suffer illness or injury? Well, I had a bout of nasty cold early this year which screwed up my lung system for a while.
9. What was the best thing you bought? Aside from a smartphone, mp3 player, and so on, I think the best purchase I've made would be my new laptop cause it's exactly what I need for writing down my thesis.

10. Whose behavior merited celebration? Well, I'm delighted that the Aquino administration made sure ex-president Arroyo remains in the country - and eventually behind bars.
11. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? Approval of the RH bill is still pending, and voting has been pushed to next year. Sadly, it isn't getting the 'priority' it's supposed to have.
12. Where did most of your money go? Most of it were used for school.
13. What did you get really, really, really excited about? I think I only get excited when I'm visiting a new place, especially if it's overseas. I kindda get a natural high from that.
14. What song will always remind you of 2011? Jessie J's Price Tag. Need I say more?
15. Compared to this time last year, are you:
happier or sadder? happier 'cause there's no drama lately.
thinner or fatter? fatter, I know I need to sweat this out!
richer or poorer? richer
16. What do you wish you'd done more of? I wish I played more tennis and visited more beaches. The only beach I visited this year was the one at Melaka and sadly no one was swimming. It was kindda lame.
17. What do you wish you'd done less of? I wish I lessened my salty food intake 'cause seriously I am gaining enough blubber.
18. How will you be spending Christmas? I already spent it at home with my mom.
19. Did you fall in love in 2011? Of course! If there's anything I won't be --- loveless.
20. What was your favorite TV program? I like Kitchen Musical 'cause I get to hear new songs and see the performance of some of our local talent.
21. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? Nope.

22. What was the best book you read? I think, that would be The Help. The book characters are real and funny, and somehow I find the story truly relatable.
23. What was your greatest musical discovery? I haven't been listening much of today's music so I can't comment on this one.
24. What did you want and got? I wanted a new pair of running shoes and a tennis racket, both I received this year.
25. What was your fave film of this year? I only watched two films this year and they weren't brilliant at all. I kindda missed out on this part cause I never seem to be in the city when the good films are rolling.
26. What you do on your birthday? Blew the candle off my fancy fruit cake. Received some cash presents from my folks, and shopped!
27. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011? Laidback...university life kindda tones down your fashion sense to washed jeans and cotton shirts.
28. What kept you sane? My parents and friends - these people help knock some sense into my life.
29. Which celebrity figure you fancy the most? None at the moment...Wait! I think it'll be a tie between Ryan Gosling and Chris Evans.
30. Who was the best new person you met? Actually, I met a lot of entertaining and peculiar personalities this year and it's truly difficult to choose one as the best person I've met so I'd like to mention certain people - real people, I've crossed paths with:

Adelaide, my sweet potato! Thanks for spending your Saturdays with me at church. Also, I appreciate all the time you've waited for me at the bus stop after work.
Suren, thanks for being a helpful friend who readily listens to all the madness I make. I feel blessed to have a friend like you who I confide things without feeling judged. High five!
Nazmi, thanks for making me feel damn special. You're one of the best bloggers I've ever met and your posts never fail to tug a heart string. I wish I can write the way you do.
Syra, although you're so complicated, I love hanging out with you. I'm not sure if I was any of a good help with all your personal stuff but I'd always be here to listen.
Sham, thanks girlfriend for keeping me company in 'jungle' Kampar. It helps you're there to keep me sane and updated with what's fashionable and not.
Lor, you keep bringing me samples of your tea collection, and I thank you. Although you keep me awake all night (what an evening owl!), I truly enjoy those serious talks we have on archery, marathons and music.
Simon, thanks for walking through the driving rain just so to give me an umbrella, that was real sweet of you. And also for helping me with groceries, and all. Thanks bro!

31. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011? An acquaintance of mine shared this to me and it kindda got stuck in my heart: There is a reason for everything. What we are going through now is preparing us, training us for the future. There is a reason why people come into our lives. Some stay for a long time, others for a short but sweet stint. Let these people play their roles, and whatever they leave or share with us, let's never be spiteful but be thankful and use it to find meaning and purpose in this world.

Bah, humbug!

2011-12-24T11:53:00.001+08:00

It's Christmas time...Jesus Christ's Birthday.

It's a time when most people are stressed after all the holiday shopping, food cooking, and merrymaking. It's a period when most friends and families are holding grand reunions. It's a season when there's a magnified disparity between the haves and the have nots. It's also a holiday when single people and those who are far away from home get depressed.

I've always been sullen and I can't recall how long I've been playing Scrooge - it's not that I aspire becoming one but I'm in a situation that calls for chilliness. Hence explains why I've turned off my phone and facebook...it's pointless to be pinning for something that won't happen.

Don't get me wrong, I truly miss having the traditional noche buena and misa de gallo. Anyway, mom says it'll be cheaper, quieter, and relaxing this season. Point taken but with the ongoing, self-inflicted stress of finishing papers, I doubt it. We open our laptops more frequently than our bible.

Just like any other day, I've already whispered my prayers this morning...I think I am better off skipping this season (again) and move forward.

Still thanks Papa Jesus for the immeasurable love and forgiveness, Happy Birthday yah!

Only Yesterday

2011-12-20T13:23:00.002+08:00

Way back in school, there was this handsome boy who had an intense crush on me. He was top of the class and captain of the highschool basketball team. Problem was, I was in 6th grade. Plus, I didn't want to have a boyfriend.

Still, I knew that he would make my days bright. Just seeing him smile and stealing glances at me during ball practice was enough to make me happy. Sometimes I receive candies wrapped in fancy papers which he'd secretly leave on my desk. Oh, did I ever mention that I was a terribly shy girl then? Well, whatever you see on the hard exterior's just a facade. I feel that I still am that shy girl some of the times.

Anyway, this boy is a hopeless romantic, too. I found out through his sister who's also in 6th grade. And we happen to go to the same ballet school.

One day his sister approached me cause she needed help. She had no idea how to break in new pointe shoes. Being one of the first few students who went on pointe, I taught her with a pair of scissors and some thread and needle, which parts to work on. I nipped and ripped the satin off the platform and sewed its edges, smashed the shoe to soften the toe box, and scratched the leather soles for more friction.

After purposefully ruining her pointes, we became instant friends.

While working at the barre together, she told me that her brother's contemplating to ask me out to their junior soiree. "I told him he should go up and finally talk to you." she said. "The problem is he's a very nervous that you might say no. He's probably rehearing the words to say to you!"

I didn't say a word but I felt kindda happy. For the following days, I imagined how he would ask me out.

It was already half past four when Madam Lourice finally dismissed the class. I wipe the sweat off my brow, put on a sweater, and decide to quickly head home. Still on my ballet slippers, I saw the boy waiting outside the hall. He was in his school uniform, and clearly wasn't here for his sister - he held a single white rose.

He saw me and then smiled. His cheeks flushed, he slightly loosens his neck tie.

I took a deep breath and placed my hand on my chest to calm my nerves.

He opens his mouth and...

"arhem...what...i mean...wilya i mean, wud yugow wid mwi to th-the prowm?"

"huh?"

Trust me, it was unintelligible.

He memorized his lines and still don't know what to say.

And I bet he never could get over that...

...

Oh, he just found me in Facebook today.

and I feel like I'm in 6th grade all over again.

Happy Birthday Mom!

2011-12-18T03:58:00.002+08:00

When it comes to our mothers, most of us take her for granted. It's only when we're old enough, we're away from her, or have children ourselves that we realize how much she has done for us and contributed to our growing up. I personally feel that birthdays are blessings, an opportunity to express how much she is loved, appreciated and respected.

Mom, Happy Birthday! Thanks for being with me in the happiest and hardest times of my life. Thanks for teaching me the value of hard work, courage and being true. I know I'm not perfect and I'm so sorry for every time I fall short of your expectations.

Nevertheless, I hope you instinctively knew all along that I never want to hurt you. I just thank God for having you by my side. I wish you happiness and good health because you deserve that and much more. Thank you so much, and Happy Birthday!

“Birthdays are nature's way of telling us to eat more cake.”

He Crashed Into My Darkness

2011-12-17T00:47:00.000+08:00

When I was a growing tot, I asked my mother where God lives. And the answer I would get was, "He is up there in heaven" and while saying that I would look up the sky's vastness believing that all these days God must've received all the balloons I've let loose into the sky. When I was in school, the nuns would tell me that God is in Church. And although I believe this is true, I still didn't attend mass regularly. When I was in college, the brothers taught me how I 'should' make my prayers. And if I screwed it up, would He hang up on me? When I was starting to think like an atheist, a friend told me that God is everywhere and He is also within me - that changed my whole perspective about God.

No wonder I had trouble finding Him. No wonder He seemed so far away! I was looking everywhere except inside of me. I thought He was up in the sky but an earthling like me had no chance of making a connection. I thought that by attending church and doing all those traditions, although they've become meaningless to me, it would bring me closer to Him.

Of course nothing so miraculously happened after that revelation - I didn't hear voices, see haloed angels or anything like that but somehow, it changed something in me. I had to relearn everything that I had been taught but this time I know He's there guiding me.

"And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." --- Micah 6:8

One of the best things I've learned is the importance of meditation. Back in school, we're taught of the basic elements of communication: sender-message-receiver-feedback. The latter's the most essential to make the communication successful. Unfortunately, when I talk to God, it's always the first three elements with the last one missing. I never listen. I never gave God the chance to tell me what he thinks of my gazillion proposals and demands.

Finding Him and understanding His ways took time and a lot of quiet moments. Sometimes, I would be led to meet certain people, visit certain places, and observe certain scenarios, and the answers would unfold. All I had to do was to empty my cup, make room for Him and most importantly, listen.

I realize that there are two paths: one can be religious and still have no faith; on the other hand, one have faith without being religious. I go for the latter and although it may take more than a lifetime to fully understand God, I still have to take care of that personal connection with Him --- it's not perfect but it's a work in progress.

Remember that whether it is the darkness of sin or the darkness of the soul in pain, Jesus comes into our darkness bringing light and life. His light does not demand understanding. Rather it asks for acceptance and invites us to walk in it and in fellowship with Him.

Book Review: The Help

2011-12-12T23:28:00.002+08:00

In between thesis writing and researching, I try to squeeze in some leisurely reading. These days, I'm turning the pages of The Help by Kathryn Stockett.

It's a story set in the 1960s, a period where a lot of forms of racism were felt. It's about an unlikely friendship of three women who help each other come up with a book, more of an exposé that challenges old notions and societal rules.
I'm almost done with it but as early as now I can say that this is one of the most engaging reads I've had this year. It is a bit funny and thought-provoking in its own way because it makes you think how much a person's character is shaped by the times in which he lives, and if racism is inherent or taught.

I like the author's style to be honest, and reading its chapters is like meeting a new friend because I get to know each of the main characters a little more further. I get to pry into their heads and find out their past experiences, flaws, livelihood, and even their train of thoughts. As for favorites, I like Skeeter Phelan, she is an oddball, editor-wannabe. And in her desire to turn things around, and eventually become a serious journalist, she decides to write a book from the helpers' perspective.

Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought

Now Skeeter's problem is how to get it straight from the horse's mouth. No colored woman's going to expose herself for this project. Thankfully there's Aibileen, an old black nanny who's been raising other whites' kids. She's got this aura of quiet wisdom and grace. There's also Minny, a sassy mouthed cook who distrusts white folks. These two women help Skeeter develop her story, which puts them at risk 'cause people back then weren't open to equality and civil rights.

I've read some reviews of this book, and a few find it historically inaccurate. They say that it downplays the way black maids and labourers were maltreated during that period. I won't contest to this 'cause I've read a few books on anti-slavery - Roots and Uncle Tom's Cabin - and I could say that Stockett's novel is rosier.

Despite this, I intend to finish this work of fiction which has some relevancy with my personal life - I grew up with nannies and even when my sister and I were capable of doing household chores, we still hired help. Hence I can totally understand how important these people are in keeping the household, and even families intact.

I won't be able to tell the story's ending though since I am still reading it. Tempting as it may be, I won't watch its movie version 'cause it's disconcerting to see Emma Stone playing Skeeter --- she's too pretty and short for the role. Anyway, I'm liking it so far.

Letting Go

2011-12-07T02:18:00.001+08:00

I just got off Skype. I was talking with Wesley*, an ex-boyfriend. He was among the last I had at home before moving over here. It's funny how things never truly happen the way we envision it in our minds. We tried the long distance for most of the relationship, and then we gave up. That was over 3 years ago.

I could easily say that it's all his fault. He just bottled it up and without any warning decided to severe all ties. But then again, I am at fault as well. When he said it's over, I didn't lift a finger to patch things up. I didn't say that it's going to be all right; that everybody goes through these things. I guess I was so fed up as well that I just grit my teeth and thought good riddance!

True, I cried buckets the following days. But unlike most breakups, our paths did not split.

Three years later, he still has a special place in my heart, but it's more in the category of: good ole friend. Every time he returns home from overseas, we would dine out and even watch movies together without the awkwardness and pressures that couple-hood entails. I guess we're no longer in those days and that would mean that we're cool, relaxed and just enjoying each other's company. When we're apart, I would normally receive long distance calls from him. It's unexpected most of the time, but he does call when there is an exciting or sometimes perplexing story to share that requires my analysis and sound judgement.

I realize for certain that friendship has brought the best in us. I suppose there is always something 'good' in goodbyes. Changes happen with time and the lines of communication, once choppy, have gone clear. And I understand Wesley way better as a friend than as a beau. Have I known earlier, we would've avoided stamping on each others' toes!

Just recently, Wesley found a new love and for months we've never spoken to each other. I only saw photos of his honeymoon on facebook. And to a certain degree, I kindda missed him. Don't get me wrong, I'm truly happy that he's moved on and finally found the One. It's probably because I miss being the one whose opinion counts, the one he reported his problems and achievements to. Or I'm envious because he has met that one person he wants to share his whole life while I have nary a clue where my missing puzzle piece is.

Well today, I finally had a chat with him. He asked what have I been up to. I said nothing much, really. Been busy with studies. Been writing the first 3 chapters of my thesis. Then there's the freelance writing gig and the extensive travelling. The love department seems to be empty, so I'll have to get back to him on that one.

And he told me he's now back in Manila to spend the holidays with his family. And his mi amor is so excited to meet him tomorrow for dinner. He asked which restaurant to bring her. On top of that, he has so many things to do and a lot of friends to catch up with this Yuletide season. Then he casually sneaks this in --- he said that every time he complains to his mom about his girlfriend, his mom would then ask him of my whereabouts.

He exagerrates, I am sure.

On a side note, am I the only one who finds it funny? Isn't it amusing how the mothers of your past loves can't get over you even when the flame (or the remaining embers of it) has ebbed entirely? My theory is, it's not the ex but the mothers who have a hard time letting go.

So going back to the conversation, I responded by typing in LOL (laughs out loud). How apt it seems, I'm not sure. I had to cut it short though since it was rather getting late and I had a few more things to write about. My rusty mind doesn't work well during midnight conversations.

*For the blogger's sanity, the name has been changed.

Delicious Tuna Salad in Olive Oil

2011-12-06T15:36:00.001+08:00

Growing up, I was pretty much a carnivore - steaks and sausages were my main food source. Whenever a vegetable dish is served, I'd automatically turn my snotty nose up, and think that it's for goats and cows. It took a long time and some bribing and encouraging from my mother to make me love vegetables...which I eventually can't live without now.

Now going back to veggies, here's a salad I made, and would love to share with you guys the recipe. It's simple and very quick to prepare. This tuna salad's delicious and refreshing and I hope you'll like it as much as I do. I just love the taste of tuna combined with zesty lemon and the nutty finish coming from the extra-virgin olive oil.

Ingredients
1 can tuna in chunks, canned in olive oil or water
Lemon juice from 2 wedges
1/2 regular white onion diced
2 tsps extra virgin olive oil
1 regular tomato, cut in quarters
salt and pepper
1/2 carrots, cut in sticks
Lettuce leaves
1/2 baby cucumber, cut in rings

Italian olive oils are the best known and are a healthy substitute
for mayonnaise, margarine and butter

Directions
Open a can of tuna. If it's in water, drain it and place in a bowl.
Add in lemon juice and olive oil. Mix altogether.
Add the lettuce leaves, onions, carrots, and cucumbers.
Season with salt and pepper. Pour in extra-virgin oil. Toss gently.
Place the tomato slices (or citrus slices) on top of the salad.
Serve immediately

For a more hearty meal, combine it with a slice of french bread, smothered with sauteed

garlic bits (in olive oil).

Bon appetit!

Bookwormamism

2011-11-30T15:49:00.001+08:00

"A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge." ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

I used to be a book hoarder - years ago, I always end up with a book in my hand whenever I go in a bookshop or attend a book fair. In Manila, bookshops are aplenty, they're in the malls and street corners, so it's hard to evade and resist their pull (especially if it's a second-hand bookshop). Most of my purchases I get to read yet there are a few that appeared to be duds.

These days, however, I find book reading (and TV watching) a rare pleasure since I'm pretty much tied up with journal reading and thesis writing. This didn't seem to bother me until my sister asked for possible good reads to store in her new Barnes and Noble Nook Colour tablet. Para mi horror! I'm no longer updated with new books worth wriggling in!

So this coming new year, I'm hoping to read more books - the more the merrier! Anyway, these are the books I want for Christmas. Technically, it's all I want BEFORE Christmas.

Title	Author
South of the Border, West of the Sun	Haruki Murakami
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children	Ransom Riggs
Before I Fall	Lauren Oliver
Stories: All-New Tales	Gaiman, Oates, Sarrantonio, and etc.
Aleph	Paulo Coelho
Starter for Ten	David Nicholls
Before Ever After	Samantha Sotto
The Time Traveler's Wife	Audrey Niffenegger
The Tiger's Wife	Tea Obreht
Beautiful Outlaw	John Eldredge
Thirteen Reasons Why	Asher Jay
The Screwtape Letters	C.S. Lewis
Good Omens	Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

It's a baker's dozen of mixed genre. So whoever's reading this list, you now KNOW what you have to get me for Christmas. Paperback's portable but if you're feeling so generous, why not throw in the hardbound? I'm a sucker for textured book jackets and colourful illustrations.

"You should eat your books and read your food."

By the way, I'm not setting a number of books I ought to read. Considering the fact that I don't have the abundance of time, I'm rooting for the quality of the reading experience. Pleasure, enjoyment, enlightenment, and engagement of books is what counts! Not the target.

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Stirring Sensations from a Cup of Joe

2011-11-29T02:26:00.001+08:00

There are poignant moments in my life when I know exactly who I am. Otherwise, I'm out photographing and writing about the world, trying to find exactly where I fit in...

I ended up doing both.

Just this afternoon, I was having my melange at Café Hawelka. Busy surveying my surroundings, I was admiring my quaint and quiet environment, when a poor old woman entered the café with her daughter in tow.

The daughter had a paper cup in her hand, and a blank look on her face. Honestly, they were a bit dingy and shabby-looking, immigrants I suppose. The daughter darted for the glass of water that was left by one of the customers. She took the glass and spared no time drinking it. She took a quick full gulps, looking like she had finally come out of a dry spell. Then it was her mother's turn to drink whatever's left in the glass, the waiter rushed in and casually ordered the two to get out of the coffee shop. With as much grace as she could muster, she quickly gulped down the remaining water and tried her very best to inconspicuously saunter out of the café, but for one brief instant, she glanced at me.

Usually, it wouldn't have mattered to me, but the look on her face was something distinctly unique among all the individuals chatting away in the café. The woman's eyes were glassy, watery even, but not sad. There was a certain sense of suble resignation in her eyes, as if to say that it was okay to be shamelessly towed out of a popular café. It's okay to be ignored by the paying customers that may have been disgusted by her presence.

It was okay to have nothing.

I noticed there was this subtle smile on her face that only a mother could have, perhaps, she was glad that her daughter had the privilege of drinking clean water that afternoon. Or I guess she was glad that somehow I acknowledged her presence.

I turned to my espresso and the napkin beside it. Eyes fixed at the napkin's logo, my mind was lost in thought, wondering about the life of that old woman and her young daughter. Where will they be staying for the night? And why she's different from the scalawags I see so often in the streets?

This old woman is smarter than I gave her credit for. Imagine that, a thin old woman in shabby clothing capitalizing on the human conscience. Then again, don't they all? Still, her presence stirred something in me...

I realize we all can be poor or at least say, we are capable of thinking poor. But we all can end this kind of mental set. It's just a matter of faith. We all have faith, even though there are many who claim they have little or none. The question is not whether or not you have faith, but rather, where do you place that faith? In money? In yourself? In the limitations? In the future? In the visible? In the invisible?

This world is a temporary reality. It is time to open our awareness more to the possibilities beyond this one.I suppose with this reformed way of thinking (and believing), perhaps there'll be less poverty in this world.

What are you Thankful for?

2011-11-25T16:20:00.001+08:00

I realize that even if I'm not exactly where I'd like to be, that doesn't mean that life right now can't be beautiful or enjoyable. The crazy cool part is, I don't have to do anything to make it beautiful. Life already is beautiful. This reflection came after reading my friend's blog.

You see, I live a life of routine that I classify the every day happenings as 'normal'. Sometimes I get caught up in the drama of things which aren't really important. I've become judgmental and nitpicky that I overlook the whole picture *facepalms*. I realize that if only I give life a closer look, I'll discover that I am constantly surrounded with blessings. Now, since today's Thanksgiving Day, I'd like to share you things (in no particular order) I am very thankful for:

My mom, who has been supporting me all throughout.
My sister, who patiently listens to my incessant complaining.
My dad's health. Although he's very old, he has no serious illness.
My nephew. His smiles and shrieks are so cute!
The house I live in Kampar and in Kuala Lumpur - I have my own space and bathroom.
My white Toshiba M600 laptop. Although it's showing signs of aging, it still has not died on me.
Friends, I met online and offline.
That annoying bird that tweets every morning --- call it my feathered alarm clock.
The heavy-duty automatic washing machine because I hate doing manual laundry.
My crush (who obviously has no crush on me). Still, thanks for the inspiration.
Freelance jobs that keep my pockets from getting empty.
My recent weight gain 'cause that means I've eaten and slept well.
The never-empty fridge. Because I love food.
My old qwerty phone that only allows me to SMS (no worries, I'm getting a new one again.)
My old running shoes that I still use. I must lose the extra pounds.
The afternoon rain that spoils my running but makes my nights cooler.
Non-stop Internet connection.
My Canon camera for without it, I may not post wonderful photos in this blog.
And a lot more....

I think I feel better, now. A good life is when you assume nothing, do more, smile often, dream big, laugh a lot, and realize how blessed you are for what you already have.

How 'bout you? What are you thankful for?

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Closure

2011-11-24T02:57:00.000+08:00

She couldn't remember what drove her to ask him out for lunch. It was an act of impulse. For crissakes, it's just lunch! But that wasn't entirely the truth because somewhere near the surface, she just wanted to see her friend whom she won't be seeing in the next months.

He arrived a few minutes late, but any impatience on her part vanished the moment she saw him. Her heart skipped a bit. It's funny how she's forgotten how tall he was. Sure, that's probably why she noticed him in the first place but any physical appearance is nothing compared to the intelligence and kindness she found within.

The first thing she noticed was how slightly disheveled he was. Clearly, he did not shave that day. His hair was in its usual slightly messy tousle. She recalls that he was quite concerned with his fine-textured hair and how he's kept thinking of switching shampoos.

All these were nothing new to her. Yet seeing him again was rather...awkward.

He slowly extended his hand for a handshake. Gently brushing away his open hand with the back of her hand, she thought it was weird as if it were a business meeting. She smiled and nodded, and asked him what he's getting for lunch.

'I'm going to have tuna. What do you want?' he asked.

'I had tuna yesterday so I'll have chicken teriyaki.'

She settled into a table for two while he paid the bill. After a few minutes, she saw him carrying a tray of two sandwiches and bottled water. He sat on the chair across hers, and took his share. She watched him quickly devour his sandwich and his chocolate bar.

As soon as his food was gone, so was any hope and happiness - both completely abandoned when he mentioned her.

He tells her that she's a flight stewardess and that he's looking forward to see her during his week-long stay in Singapore. It's obvious that he's completely smitten with her.

'Oh. Okay.' She was silent for a moment.

'What does she do for living?'

'She's a flight stewardess.' he said

'I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't quite get it at first.'

To cover up, she says enthusiastically, 'Oh, good luck on that, dude!' and she returns to her sandwich which was beginning to taste like sawdust. She looks at the table and tries her best to zone him out.

He starts telling her that he has chatted with her several times. 'She has so many problems, like her parents are in a hurry to marry her off,' he said. But still he finds her very interesting, especially with the kind of work she does.

'Perhaps you can help her solve her problems,' she replied. She then starts thinking how boring it is to be a flight stewardess. As a matter of fact, it's a job that doesn't require a lot of critical thinking or creativity. They just measure your height and weight and asks if you can swim and reach the overhead bin without effort.

He begins explaining to her that being a flight attendant is a difficult task. Their lives, filled with constant stress, and the job can be very hard on...The kind of constant put-downs they get from rude passengers are bound to hurt. And that the world's kinder to beautiful people.

She freeze-framed her smile. And thinks that journalism is also a challenging profession. Making ideas fit and flow into a piece while the bombs are dropping is hard work and getting rejected by publishers and publicly humiliated by readers is also very frustrating. Then she wonders if he could ever think of her that way.

Raising the drinking bottle to her lips, she appears interested with how he exactly feels about her. It was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she had once been interested with him, a long time ago. She glances back again, what appears to be the pitiful remains of her sandwich and decides to crumple it altogether with the wrapper. 'I've just lost my appetite,' she thought.

She returned to her sandwich which was beginning to taste like sawdust.

'Have you ever seen snow?" She changes the subject.

'No.'

And she knows this was true. So she nods and tells him how winter and frost can be so biting in the East Coast and where to get the best thermal clothes. And since he'll be flying to the US soon, she told him that he shouldn't miss Thanksgiving, and the great deals, such as the latest gadgets, during Black Friday.

And after that, thank God, things began to get a little better --- at least.

He seems interested yet it felt like he always want to be somewhere else, with someone else. He was gazing over her shoulder. She looked at him one more time, but there is no longing. He was thinking of something else.

'Are you fine? What seems to be the matter, dude?'

'Was thinking of something you won't be interested in.'

He said that he needed to go. She checked her watch - exactly 45 minutes. This lunch date made her see him in a different light. How he's quickly changed and how he was way different from the last weekend they met up for church, dinner and drinks.

And so they stood up and slowly walked out of the restaurant. She watched him for a moment, him walking away and her not even aching to wave good bye or smile back at him. She looks down; covering her eyes with the wide brim hat she's wearing. She realizes that he's really smitten with her.

Finally, while she walked through the crowd towards the exit door of KL Sentral, the last piece of the puzzle hit her ---

She sat and ate lunch with a stranger that day.

Good Running Songs

2011-11-23T23:11:00.001+08:00

Should you listen to music while running?

On the right corner, we're told to pump up the volume and create the soundtrack of our lives. On the left corner, we're advised to meditate, reflect, and enjoy the sound of silence. Confusing.

It's a hot topic among runners and health practitioners whether it's safe to listen to music while running. Much debate and discussions have been done in many sites and forums, and studies determining the effects music has on trained and untrained runners have also been conducted. Having recently watched BBC's report as well as having read an article from the New York Times, I think, it all boils down to the runner's personal needs.

I, for one, love music more than running. Music makes running easier. So if you're one of those runners who wanna kill the drudgery of running, you can actually listen to music without causing any serious injuries. Provided, that you carefully create a running playlist comprising songs that have appropriate BPM (beats-per-minute).

Ordinarily, we select songs that make us feel good or giddy but for running, it's a different case. For instance, gospel music is motivational but it's got a low BPM, which can slow down your pace. Experts suggest that marathoners should have a long list of songs with mildly low BPM, whereas those who do 5K, will need songs with high BPM (147+) .

This is my neighborhood, the place where I run crazy. And that's the dog

who follows me all the time!

How do you determine the song's BPM? You can download MixMeister (it's free!) or try Cadence if you're an iPhone user. And if you're just darn lazy to create a running playlist, then just go to Running Playlist or DJ Steve Boy to download the playlist for all types of events (5K, 10K, 40K, etc.)

Since I am a casual runner, I prefer to start with a few ones with a lower BPM (for stretching and power walking) and then finish it off with the faster ones. I use MixMeister to find out the BPM for each song. Hence, I've come up with my list:

Song Title	Artist	BPM
Good Life	One Republic	95
Two Princes	Spin Doctors	107
Let’s go Party!	2ne1	126
Haru-Haru	Big Bang	125
Stronger	Kanye West	126
Move like Jagger	Maroon 5	130
Don’t Phunk with my Heart	Black Eyed Peas	130
Last Farewell	Big Bang	135
Beautiful Liar	Beyonce/Shakira (remix)	136
Summer of ‘69	Bryan Adams	140
No Air	Jordin Sparks/ Chris Brown (remix)	142
Hey Yah	Outkast	160
Girlfriend	Avril Lavigne	164
Lose Yourself	Eminem	167

It's not a perfect list, mind you, but it motivates me to run. If you'll notice, most of my songs are between the 120-140 BPM range. I prefer this range 'cause this tempo corresponds with my heart rate during work out. Moreover, most of these songs are actually dance tunes because if I'm not out there running, I'm likely to be grooving and shakin' my booty at home.

How about you? What kind of music do you listen to while running?

Oh Plucky Me!

2011-11-18T00:36:00.001+08:00

My sister's accoustic guitar has been left lying in this house for over year. Such a sleek baby...It's a pity though no one's strumming it. So that alone urged me to do something - and that is to learn how to make music out from this stringed instrument. I mean, almost every member of my family knows how to play a guitar, so I guess it should be easy since it's already in my gene pool. Isn't it?

Learning how to play a guitar is not an easy thing as compared to playing like a fool (which comes out naturally on me :P). Like piano, guitar playing requires discipline, perseverence and above all, calluses on my fingertips.

*Looks at her hands*

Definitely NOT a cute factor for holding hands with your special one. Now, this reminds me of an agitating scene in Margaret Mitchell's "Gone with the Wind"...now, how did that scene go? Oh yeah Scarlett working like an antfield pickin' cotton for food - Erase! Erase!

Yet the possibility of serenading someone special (what a lucky bastard!), tickles my fancy - eventually, I will master this and become the newest addition to the steady decline of female guitarists in the country.

Such ambition...

Funny, I only know 3 chords (D, A and G) three basic chords for an anime song "Let me be with you" I have yet to play this song without having to look at my fingers. Too bad, these fingers of mine aren't fit for guitar-playing, so they say - chubby and soft. But that will not dampen my spirit.

Oh plucky me!

Sore, pinkish fingertips will be the "main course" from this obsession of mine. Anytime sooner, it'll harden and peel off -ouch! French manicures will no longer be a necessity, a nailcutter will do just fine (such savings!). Things I have to give up just for the love of music. It might pay off someday. For now, I'll just go ahead and practice those 3 chords - and add some more in between practices.

It's raining outside, the fine drizzling sort. Ok I gotta do some practice again...

Book Review: The House of the Spirits

2011-11-17T01:34:00.001+08:00

The House of the Spirits is a magnificent tale of a proud and passionate family, secret loves, and violent revolution.

Although Isabel Allende's novels are considered classics, it's my first time to read her work. The House of the Spirits has a power cast of women - there's the beautiful Rosa, the clairvoyant Clara and the kind-hearted Blanca. Most characters are interesting and peculiar, and are well developed in this story. I noticed that the characters have this inner fortitude that proves stronger than their adversity. One character I didn't like was Father Restrepo, he kindda reminds me of Padre Damaso, Franciscan friar in Rizal's Noli Me Tangere.

The story begins with two beautiful sisters, Rosa and Clara. Rosa is tragically killed when mistakenly poisoned. The story then follows her fiance, the very troubled Esteban Trueba, as he builds his life around accumulating power and vengeance. He marries Rosa's sister Clara and has three children. Esteban's furious and unforgiving nature shapes the lives of all in the family.

"Remarkable...a big book that can comprehend the history of a nation, and so many lives with love" --- The Times

I'm not a huge fan of thick books (except for Gone with the Wind) and magic realism but there's something with Allende's story telling that got me hooked to finish this epic tale from cover to cover. Allende writes long languid sentences that turn into very long paragraphs. Her choice of words draw you into the scenes, as well as the gloom, drama, and emotion of the family's story. She writes beautifully and magically with a real lust for life.

Because the story telling is quite engaging (despite its heavy going nature - deaths, cruelties, and necrophilia), there are moments wherein I don't feel the novel is too long. And since the story encompasses so many lives (and generations), it's admirable how the author's able to tie the story neatly together. Basically, the story's plot also reveals the real power of storytelling especially when you get to find out who the major narrators are - how storytelling itself helps reclaim a life stolen.

To sum it up, reading Allende's work is to believe in (or be persuaded of) the power of transcendence, spiritual, the supernatural, and otherwise. Although it'll take more than a fiction book to make me believe in such, I am still looking forward to read more of her stuff.

Anyone here has read a book by Allende?

Book Review: One Day

2011-11-16T00:09:00.001+08:00

“Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance”

I read this quote somewhere in the first few pages of One Day, a book written by David Nicholls, and somehow it kindda hit me home. These are the things I pretty much value and hope to continue to believe in the next years of my life.

Now going back to the book, I have not watched the film (I never get to watch cinema these days) but I'm betting that the book version's better - fake Brit accent repels me, anyway. One Day takes on the nature of male-female friendship, love, drug addiction, missed chances, and career in the post-college years starting from the late 80s to the 90s. It's a story of two unlikely friends - Dexter and Emma - that is told one day at a time, on the same day each year in the next 20 years.

"I got to know you. You cured me of you."

The main characters in this story are well described and somehow I can truly relate to Em and Dex. Emma's sentimental nature and passion for writing is something I can understand as well as her failed relationships, while Dexter's self-absorbing, optimistic, and carefree nature reminds me of how I used to be. There's only one thing I can't understand - Em's long-running love for Dex. I can't figure out how a successful woman who has undergone a lot of changes (and hairstyles) still fall for the same guy.

Anyway, it's easy to love and loathe the characters especially if you're a kid of the 80s...

Plot-wise, I find the story funny, charming and sad without the sappiness you find in most chick-flick novels. Em and Dex's chemistry is as inarguable as their differences, but because of the pride, carelessness and misplaced optimism of youth, they let time and distraction separate them. This is something that's probable and predictable. Nevertheless, it's interesting how these characters chart their own journeys, cope with changes and make big decisions, and in the end finding themselves back together - although not in a fairy tale manner. So for those who are real suckers for happy endings, you've been forewarned.

So how will Dex and Em get together? I am not spilling the beans! Go rent the DVD or better yet, get the book. How 'bout you guys? What books are you reading these days?

Purple Day at Suria KLCC, November 11-14

2011-11-14T23:30:00.001+08:00

Autism is a little-understood disability in Malaysia, one that often carries a social stigma. It currently affects the lives and families of 1 in 600 Malaysian children. Malaysia’s Ministry of Health reports that autism cases are on the rise. Unfortunately, most cases are not detected until children are already in school. While there is no cure for autism, knowledge about this developmental disorder as well as early treatment during toddler and preschool years can reduce its effects and improve a child’s development.

The children sang some jolly tunes for the shoppers/passersby to listen and enjoy

This is something I learned when I stopped by at the centre court of KLCC. I saw the informative displays put up by NASOM (National Autism Society of Malaysia), explaining how this event helps create awareness about childhood autism, and raise funds for the non-government organization. Restaurants and shops in KLCC took part in this event by sharing part or all proceeds from some of their selected items to NASOM.

While I was at KLCC, for another event, I decided to linger a 'lil longer to appreciate the artful works done by children with autism. Do you know that art therapy helps treat the soul, mind and spirit of a child with autism? If you think their sudden outburst, uncontrollable behavior, and lack of adaptive behavior makes it impossible for them to produce something beautiful, better think again.

Here's some paintings done by children with autism:

Herbie reloaded!

A giraffe that's about to puke

Don't you just love the interplay of colors?

Loco caliente!

Under the sea!

Does this come with hairball control?

Even if you missed this event, there are many ways (share the knowledge, be a volunteer, etc.) you can do to create the the opportunity to connect with children with autism, validate their experience on the planet and above all share the love they, like all humans desire and need to survive and thrive in our world, especially during these challenging times.

*All photos owned by freshink.blogspot.com

Meandering Thoughts

2011-11-09T17:58:00.002+08:00

Life is too short to waste on speed.

It's been a long hard year going through changes and moving forward. With all the pressures and dreams of beating the deadline, Perhaps, this is a time to review the situation and collect my thoughts so I can see how I'm making sense of my life. I was at Desa City Park the other day for some fresh air, it's an amazing place by the way, and was reading Steve Job's speech in 2005 for Stanford graduates. It stuck me a lot when he said that you can never connect the dots going forward, but it will be so clear looking back.

It's no secret that I am a cautious person and somehow I always want to see things ahead of me clearly before I make a bold leap. I have taken practical routes that did not deliver the impact I was hoping for. In the quest to do something different, I've made radical choices which I thought at first were good and novel but ended up futile --- which eventually made me feeling like a punctured balloon, very much deflated, uninspired, and unmotivated.

I do regret. And there are times I wish I could turn back time - back at the time I was still on the drawing board, envisioning grand dreams and making sure I have not missed my claim on destiny.

Yet, still, I couldn't envision my charmed life in any other way than what I actually have. I'll let these lines by Robert Frost show my point:

Two Roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

I realize how much every loss, tragedy, heartbreak, miscalculation, recklessness and the lack of foresight has shaped who I am now and where I am now --- a student taking up her masters degree in a top university in Malaysia. Hmm, not bad. So I still ain't a hopeless case then...as what my friend puts it, I have also made career highlights and accomplishments people my age (and with degrees) would've not succeeded.

Now, the only challenging part is where am I headed in the next few years? And do I still have the stamina and the gumption to tread life's waters? These, I'd like to leave unanswered for the meantime. For certain, I do not want my life to be like a sorry-looking banana wherein one will say "That is a life that has been and gone, and which was not used to the full and for which it is now too late."

It's just that lately, I seem not to trust my feelings and my gut instinct for now, and decision-making has been quite difficult that I have actually started to seek some divine help. Call it analysis paralysis, I know it's just a phase and eventually I'll make the answers.

Why are Malaysians So Crazy about Food?

2011-11-07T00:22:00.000+08:00

Recently my colleague, a local, proposed to me that we should stop talking about work, love and gossip and start talking about food. “Everyone eats,” she argued. Moreover, women know that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, she added. While men who know how to cook, look more attractive, regardless whatever they are making (Now THAT does not apply with me).

I was immediately intrigued.

Satay anyone?

I know food is essential. And I know it's so difficult to feel romantic (or think seriously) when your stomach's grumbling. Also, when you find someone attractive the first activity you have in mind is to invite this person for breakfast, lunch, or dinner (still about food). But I've never met someone so incredibly crazy about food – that consuming food is not enough unless it's being talked and raved about.

That's what I observe about Malaysians. In the eyes of a foreigner, Malaysians have a passion for food quite extraordinary when compared to their Asian counterparts. Food for them is more than just mere sustenance. For them, interaction with food is pleasurable, and sometimes a source of relief from daily stress. Why is this so? Why are Malaysians so food crazy?

Natural High

The way I see it eating food requires the use of many senses – touch, smell, taste, and sight. I read somewhere that there are certain foods that help heighten the senses and one of 'em are spices and herbs (such as ginger, turmeric, chili, coriander, which are quite aplenty in Malay cuisine. I also read that some spices help ease the feeling of pain and tension such as capsaicin (an active component fond in chilli peppers) is said to give temporary relief of minor aches and pains. So it's no wonder, all of a sudden from bland American food, I'm now a convert of spicy chicken wings and nasi lemak.

Food is Sharing; Sharing is Caring

According to a book I read not so long ago, food touches everything important to people. It marks social differences and strengthens social bonds. This runs true with Malaysians, as I observe it. Every time there is a gathering, a holiday, or even just a normal meet up, food is always the binding element that connects people regardless of economic status, race, etc. Moreover, food's a great equalizer here. No matter how shabby-looking the food stall is, you'll see a nice sedan parked in front of it, and most likely the owner's dining in that shabby stall.

Food displays look so inviting

Here, There and Everywhere

It seems every nook and cranny in this city is filled with food stalls and kopitiams (coffee shops). And there's just no reason for you to be starving at all 'cause beside the fact that food is available everywhere at any time, it's also relatively cheap and the portions are huge, too! Aside from the affordable food found in mamak stalls, food courts, and eateries, there are also restaurant and care-like establishments that are expensive (in case you love something spendier).

Round the Clock

Here in Malaysia, it seems people eat round-the-clock. It sounds insane, I know and I wasn't convinced at first, but one night I went to Bukit Bintang and took a look at the goings-on at mamak shops to and way past midnight. There are so many 24-hour restaurants here that serve food to fill all diners' cravings. Moreover, the food stalls are really inviting 'cause the food is all laid out and all you have to do is scoop some on your plate.

A delicious bowl of curry pan mee

Already Fed up?

One things for sure, you well never feel fed up with the food here in Malaysia. There is just so many cuisines to explore – Chinese, Indian, Malay, Japanese, Korean, European, and there's fusion, too! And every kampung (village) has their own food variety to offer. So one can just cuisine hop (what a term) and even drive a long distance anytime he feels the food's becoming predictable.

There's a lot of reasons why Malaysians are putting food as their favorite past time. Since I arrived here, keeping my belly tucked in has been quite a challenge... Then yet again, I'm still up for that midnight snack.

Heard of Writer's Block?

2011-11-03T11:52:00.000+08:00

Okay I owe it to you guys, so here's my explanation: For the past few weeks, I've had a tough time balancing work and studies. Of course, that's just not it, there are some things, I call 'side dishes' that continue to bug me every now and then, especially when my mind's not occupied.

Things have changed so much that I don't fully recognize the life I'm living --- I feel overwhelmed. Hence explains why I've seek for some Divine intervention...

One thing's for sure, I'm still figuring out what I'm supposed to do, how I'm supposed to feel or think and what's going to happen next --- that's the cautious me. There are just too many variables that are unforeseen, and the fact that every person has the ability to make independent choices as well, can always cause them to make one or two decisions that could mess with the formula. I have always thought all my choices through. I’m never impulsive nor do I rush into anything. I trust in myself enough to know what I want and what I need, and that every one of my choices, have their bases and reasons.

All I really ask is that I don’t lose the strength and faith, to see my decisions through, not for the sake of vindication, but for whatever is best for everyone in my life.

'Til next post...

Melaka: the good, the bad and the ugly

2011-09-22T20:15:00.002+08:00

Warming up a seat of a fancy-lookin' trishaw

The full sun's up when we reached Melaka, a tourist destination known for its historical sites. It was a hot day and though I was wearing my cotton sun dress, I still was feeling sweaty and sticky. Walking along Jonker Street with my aunties and uncle, I stopped in my tracks when I saw a long line of people waiting outside a restaurant.

This is how it's like at St. Peter's gate :P

The Ugly

"What are these people lining up for?" I asked auntie.
"Those are customers waiting for their turn to try their famous chicken rice," she said.

I looked at her in disbelief and glanced again at the growing queue. I'm a foodie with a handicap called impatience and never, in my memory, have I lined up for food this bad. After a few minutes deciding which restaurant to line up for, auntie decided to go with Malacca Jonker Street Chicken Rice Ball, a featureless-looking restaurant known for --- what else, chicken rice hand rolled into balls!

Waiting outside and being totally ignored by the restaurant staff, I began to have doubts if this is the culinary experience I'd want to savor of Melaka --- you know that effing feeling that you ought to be in McDonald's because though the food's crap at least you get served on time and with a smile! I looked at auntie, who was already talking in Mandarin with the restaurant owner --- I couldn't understand a word, but I guess it had to do with service. I glanced at the people behind me, also waiting for their turn with patience, and I begin to doubt that perhaps it's just my intolerance for slow service (which may be the norm here) that's causing the problem.

Chicken balls that didn't have the balls to tease my palate!

Anyway, after a good 30 minutes' wait, food has been finally served and there I conclude that all those doubts steaming in my head were indeed true! "We should've just gone to KFC," quipped uncle while forking a piece of cold chicken. In my mind, I think my mom's chicken porridge deserves a spot in Jonker Street! The restaurant staff were really slow, and it appeared they weren't happy to serve their customers so we cancelled half our order and left the restaurant

Of course, my trip to Melaka wasn't all that bad. There were some things that were a delight to the eyes. Stay tuned for the Next Post: The Good

They're playing my song

2011-09-05T09:19:00.000+08:00

Recently, I've been waking up early morning to do some 'serious' writing. I like this part of day because it's cooler and quieter, and it's during this time I get to listen to music. It so happens I've been playing songs that I used to listen to as a teenager. Yup, the kind of songs I'd blast in my old stereo on my way to school. Somehow the songs made me smile and I couldn't help but sing along and remember the days when things were so simple and innocent that your biggest problem is how to tell your parents that your teacher let you stand in a corner with a huge pumpkin on your head because you forgot (actually, more of too lazy) to make your assignment.

Isn't it wonderful how music can mark certain times of our lives? It's like a book marker that keeps track of all the happy and poignant moments whenever the songs we don't hear anymore play. Never fails to transport me back to times where the feeling and the situation is different and you tend to forget the problems and challenges of the present.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder why are there situations in our lives that compel us to become nostalgic? Is it because we're unhappy, unsatisfied, or unaccomplished with what we're currently in that we find joy in looking into a past that was different? And how is it something abstract such as music, or say even a scent can induce feelings felt so long ago into the present even though things are much different now?

Honestly, I don't expect to live an ultimately happy life --- there'll be a lot of agony I bet. I just wanna get by with as little fuss and drama so I try to make it a little bit tolerable and comfortable as I can through memories. Someone told me that memories are the sanctuaries of modern times, and I wholeheartedly agree. They maybe the last resort for you to lose yourself from the present, and the way how I choose to remember it has always been a relieving experience.

Three Cats and a Lady

2011-08-23T13:34:00.003+08:00

You're so cute, I'm not sure if I wanna strangle you or....

My fascination for cats has been put to the test a week ago. I was asked to cat sit three chubby cats for two weeks while my aunt's away for holiday. "Piece of cake, it shouldn't be THAT difficult," I thought silently.

But then again, I might be wrong. The first time I stepped in my aunt's place at International House, reality greeted me. I could see why it's easy to spot a cat-infested flat --- it smells different (not the Dettol-scented room I'm used to) and has lots of cat hair all over the place.

Slightly overwhelmed. I kept calm as I tried to acquaint myself with the three musketeers. These are Marma, Thunder, and Butchik. Such unique names and I bet with peculiar personalities to go with it. Marma instantly warmed up with me, she likes having her neck scratched. She has found a slave! Thunder's elusive and leaps like a bolt when scared. Butchik, meanwhile, was still tired and in deep slumber from, I suppose, all-night moonlighting.

The first night I was alone with these cats, Marma turned so emotional. She has this set of serious-looking golden eyes that kindda tells you she knows her owners are away. She went meowing all night 'til I finally opened my bedroom door. Marma stopped and just went inside my room. She jumped right on my bed, unannounced, and made a spot for her to sleep on.

I hate sharing.

Nonetheless, I still was able to catch a few winks, making sure the princess doesn't get kicked off from the bed.

The following morning however, I was awakened with a gag-inducing stink bomb produced by non other than Butchik. The smell was so powerful that not even the finest cat litter in town can downplay it's awful smell. Quickly, I flung open the door and shoved out the smelly litter box, switched the fan on to maximum speed, and sprayed heavy amounts of Febreeze (that's the only odor eliminator I could find). It took a good one hour to completely remove the stink!

Thunder meanwhile gets hungry easily. His green eyes go round and his body would brush against my legs, which I think is already irritated by cat hair. He does that all the time, he brushes his body to almost just about anything that passes his way --- table legs, door edges, etc. I thought a cup of sardine-flavored pellets would satisfy his growling belly but it appears that he has a huge appetite. Once he's satisfied he lets off this motor-like sound coming from his throat...weird.

Days passed by and counting...

After some (yeah once wasn't enough) rounds of serious mopping, disinfecting, and changing sheets, the flat now smells better and looks cleaner.

I realize that I can actually live on my own -- I don't mind living alone, that is. Dining alone isn't that bad after all.

Aside from knowing that three's a crowd, having three cats kindda taught me a lesson about boy-and-girl relationships. Oh I'm not talking about a threesome here! You pervs!

You see, I used to distantly adore cats but having taken care of three active bouncing balls of fur, has totally changed my notion on them. Not that I love 'em less.

I learned that it's only when you share a house with a person that you'll know their quirks, fetishes, and other weird habits. Loving and living are two separate things. You can love or like someone (it's as easy as falling off a chair!) but living with them and dealing with their idiosyncrasies (on a daily basis) is another conscious effort and decision to make.

Simply put, love ain't enough.

At any rate, I think I'd make a good cat nanny. Overnight's not allowed though.

Reel Review: Captain America

2011-08-19T12:15:00.004+08:00

Two days ago, I watched Captain America in response to the many good remarks I've heard and read. Despite all raves, I sort of expected this will be yet another 'popcorn movie' full of special effects to help boost its rather simple plot. And indeed I was right...

The first parts of the movie introduces us to Chris Evan's character, Steve Rogers, a puny and skinny soldier-wannabe, who gets beaten by neighborhood bullies. In some way, you get to feel for this peepsqueak - for those who have been bullied yah know how it feels. On his umpteenth try to get into the US military, a scientist recognizes qualities in Steve that'll make him an ideal military man. After going through physical training, Steve finally gets injected with this secret serum that'll give him more power (and bulk!). I kindda like the rapport between Steve and the scientist, too bad the old man got killed right away.

After that portion, everything just went scattered. Seventy percent of the film was just chock-full of fight scenes, shoot outs, and explosions that looked nonsensical. This movie made warfare look easy and stupid. Captain America's pretty face, flag-lookin' costume, and straight forward attitude's fine but it weren't enough to get me intrigued. It's around this part that I was checking my wristwatch and was ready to leave the theater any time.

But since I already spent on this film, I stayed. The kindest thing I could ever do.

In general, the movie's okay with a lot of laughs in the beginning and some Armageddon-like romance at the end. The key takeaway from this film, which they emphasized in every scene, is this --- A weak man knows the value of strength and compassion. In my p.o.v, this movie is for the comic book lovers, 80s cartoon die-hards, and the kids who wanna break away from the stresses of studying.

That said, I'd give it two stars out of five!

Hot Steam

2011-08-07T04:13:00.000+08:00

It never fails to amaze me how relaxing hot water can be.

I am not talking about your normal hot shower that just produces steam!

I'm talking about that type of hot shower that turns your skin bright pink and has it begging for cool air. I have this philosophy; if everyone could learn to appreciate the small things in life, such as a hot shower, a cloudless sky, a cool blowing wind, or the smell of your favorite perfume, then there would be less of a demand for happy juice and Vicodin. Think about it.

On Chance Encounters and Train Rides

2011-08-04T04:12:00.032+08:00

Countless…

That’s the number of movies I’ve watched throughout my existence. A spectator of reel life, I noticed that whether it is romantic, action, fantasy, or a music video, there is always a scene wherein a life-altering situation happens during a train ride --- men with guns chasing on top of a train coach; a cowboy tied to a railroad track; identical suitcases switched during transfers; or a moment with a total stranger.

Countless…

That’s the many travelers that flock the KL Sentral station everyday and I am just one of them, waiting for the ride that’ll take us to our chosen destination. But unlike the movies, my ride won’t have that heart-racing train chasing scene; there won’t be terrorists that will rain bullets in every coach; and no trolley lady selling me Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

Well, that’s what I thought whilst waiting at the platform.

It started with a sound – you were clearing your throat the way a maestro commands to a symphony orchestra. "Excuse me," you said in a slightly heavy accent. I turned around and saw you for the first time. You were donning a collared moss green shirt and khaki pants. You asked me if the train’s coming on time and said something in your vernacular language that just left me quite puzzled. But that wasn't what truly stopped me...As you worked your way into the conversation, I thought quietly how tall and fascinatingly handsome you are with that eyeglasses and soft tousled hair of yours.

What I thought would be a question and answer portion extended into something engaging – two paths converge through an exchange of names; exchange of experiences; exchange of laughter, and exchange of ideas. You're borne with an inquisitive mind paired with a funny chuckle and with you, I felt there was this warm sense of complacency. I sense that heat creep up over my face and as much as I wanted to stay calm and stop stumbling on my words, I just couldn't hide my enjoyment. "Damn that boyish charm of his!"

The sun was sinking down to rest as the train chugged out the miles. It was supposed to be a dreadful long two-hour train ride but turned into a quick two-hour conversation punctuated with bites of Subway sandwiches which you kindly shared with me. I consumed what I could ('cause I had a huge dinner that day) and I was hoping no food gets stuck between my teeth as I forced words out of my mouth.

I would bounce my eyes your way every so often and check if this cool yet pragmatic stranger's showing genuine interest in things I talk about --- and it appears he does! It seemed there was something we could always contribute into the conversation, effortlessly. An interlude like this is few and far between. Every affirmative response I gave, you were so overly agreeable.

Is this chemistry they say? The spark that cinema magic weaves? Doubt it. We must be on the same wavelength.

As the conversation became more interesting, the time for my departure was drawing nearer.

Why did I make it home so quickly?

And just the way the story started, the sound of the air whistle signaled my stop. You stood up to accompany me towards the door. You told me you had a great time. You smiled at me and bid good-bye as I was about to get off the train. I smiled, too for it was serendipitous. I walked slowly, absorbing what has just happened.

There’s a difference between wanting and having.

And for a moment, I wanted you.

Still...I let you pass by, just like the wind that whipped against my face when the train sped away to its next destination.

Sleep All Day

2011-08-01T00:02:00.000+08:00

Low battery....

will come alive shortly

after a much-needed charging

Turning a Year older's a blessing!

2011-07-17T13:53:00.003+08:00

My folks surprised me with this fruit cake :)

While some dread the thought of adding years to their age, I welcome every year as a blessing. Three days ago, I celebrated my birthday away from home and I expect it to be just a normal day filled with well wishers posting most of their greetings on facebook (since I don't have much friends here in Kampar). Well, somehow my fairy godmother must've been feeling generous and decided to do something special --- I was surprised to see the effort my folks pulled off to make it happen!

Yup, I got everything including the party hats!

Made a wish and blew the candle

To be honest, I'm not the kind who demands a birthday party. Last year, I had my birthday in total darkness. So I kept expectations low that day...Well what do you know, I've been punked!

Anyway I had a great time - birthdays happen only once a year and it was indeed heart-warming to see that people care to celebrate it with lots of delicious food! I mean, aside from the lovely cake, I had lotsa fruits especially berries: strawberries, blueberries, cherries, and grapes; and sushi, ice cream, flavored breads, and so forth. Now I keep looking at the photos and still, it makes me smile in front of the computer ^_^ and go hungry as well. One of the best birthdays so far!

As for what I wished for...It's a secret!

Are you a Writer or a Copy Machine?

2011-07-02T00:19:00.002+08:00

Photo credit: thedailyasker.blogspot.com

Have you ever watched the documentary Food Inc.?

If not, then I recommend you watch this documentary by clicking this link for you to have an idea what I am about to share in this post. The short film is about the food industry in the United States, and how they (food companies) influence and power change the way farmers produce poultry, grains, and etc., and how it alarmingly affects growers' and consumers' right to good health.

Finding it vastly informative, the short documentary reminds me of how the publishing industry has somewhat turned into that direction --- content development is outsourced in third-world countries; online media spurs the clutter of unregulated information; and writers are pushed to produce aplenty at minimum cost.

For as low as USD2.50, you can get someone, preferably someone who speaks English, from another country to write an article for your website!

I did not imagine that this profession would turn out this way. Growing up, I admire the news writers of our local dailies and magazines --- the dignity that they put in to their craft. They were artists and thinkers with the unquenchable thirst for truth, and hence they were revered. Moreover, I find writing interesting because it is one of the first jobs that were available to women.

Nowadays, if you look into the sites of craigslist and odesk, the writing/ copy editing jobs posted can make a writer feel devalued. Thanks to outsourcing, a writer is now pushed to become a manufacturer of articles, able to spew as much as 10 articles a day on random topics such as how to hammer a nail properly to raving a drug for narcolepsy. It's quantity over quality and it's disgusting to see how writing, the backbone of artistic expression and research, has turned into processed food --- cheaper than a Mcdonald's burger.

No wonder that some find it tempting to plagiarize because content is cheap and is available everywhere. Some employers are forgetting (or are just playing blind) the fact that in order to write effectively and creatively, careful research, planning, focus, and some creativity and psychology is needed.

A revolution is called for. Like the real food advocates in the Food Inc.documentary, it is us, writers, who should enforce the change --- we should never accept petty, cheap projects. When asked how much we charge per word, we should take into account the time and effort we put into our work (as well as electricity bills and Internet subscription fees). We should not be hired because we're affordable or cheap. It should be because we're so damn good at it!

In a nutshell, it's about self preservation.

No publisher is going to do it for us, except for a handful of companies who compensate their writers very well (that's two thumbs up!). I think it's time we shift the power play and make informed choices on the projects we take.

It may not be food that I'm discussing here but it's these fast-processed articles that turn us into word processing or copy machines. It is these mindless articles that feed readers into believing that there's no need to hold a real book, a journal or a newspaper. It's this spineless cycle that puts good publishers and papers out of business.

Now, before I go, I'd like to know your take on this. Let's discuss.

Makeup Trends To Watch Out For

2011-06-30T13:15:00.004+08:00

Admit it! We girls can't resist looking and loitering at the beauty counters. In my case, there's always this little imp in me that tells me that I must get the latest, coolest and most raved about beauty product! And it seems I always have a reason why I should get another lipstick, when I already have an assortment of lip colors in my dresser. Well, I love makeup and every time I read the glossies or watch a product review, I get an overview of what to expect to hit the stores soon!

So here's the download:

Is your lipstick gluten-free?

Gluten-free cosmetics on the rise
As gluten-free diets become popular so is gluten-free makeup! I have friends who are on a gluten-free diet, and they say that it helps them prevent stomach cramps, digestive problems, and other symptoms of celiac disease. Gluten can be found in wheat, barley, oats, and rye, and can cause an allergic response to people who are sensitive to this stuff.

Now, as to how gluten-free lipstick and other cosmetic products prevent you from allergy reaction remains muddy. Nevertheless, makeup brands such as Clinique, Burt's Bees, and Origins have already joined the bandwagon to ensure customer safety comes first. For more info, visit www.glutenfreehub.com/gluten-free/cosmetics/ for updates of gluten-free products.

Raeview of Youtube made a great review of this product

No-fuss makeup for the lazy daisy
High Internet speeds; fast food delivery; quick cook noodles --- everything in this world is fast and so should your makeup routine. Today's makeup come with tools that help speed up your prepping time from minutes to seconds. Beauty brands such as Dior have come up with a spray foundation that allows you to get good coverage in just one quick spritz. For those who hate to break their bank accounts, Maybelline's Instant Age Rewind foundation comes with a fuzzy nuzzle applicator for easy blending. And for those who don't know how to wear concealers, Garnier's got now a tinted eye roller to hide those raccoon eyes! For those who have no talent in makeup, eyeshadow stickers are a surefire way to brighten your peepers sans the brushes. If you think I'm kidding, check out www.zazzle.com/eyeshadow+stickers

Last year, Pond's went gold; Now they're back to green

Return to Mother Nature
Have you ever noticed some basic products such as shampoo, e.g. Pantene, have started promoting the green concept? The packages have also gone green! Well in the next coming months, more and more products will be going back to nature --- they've started reformulating their hot-sellin' products to make them greener and healthier, which means more leaf and flower extracts and other ingredients that can only be found in pristine areas such as the Swiss Alps or Himalayas.

Usually products that claim to be green are free from parabens, heavy metal, and talc. It's not a totally new concept, brands such as SkinFood, The Face Shop, and Human Heart Nature have been promoting these concept for ages but I guess, this year more and more emphasis to natural ingredients will be given.

Gently removing makeup can help prevent breakouts

Fighting Pimples and Ageing in one stone
With all the stress and stuff that women put themselves into, it's no wonder why women, in their late 30s and so forth still experience breakouts. This has spurred some makeup manufacturers of introducing anti aging pimple fighting products in one bottle. I read somewhere that manufacturers are gonna come up with this kind product and I'm eager to find this in the drugstores soon 'cause even at my age, I still get puberty-looking zits. Brands to look out for include Shiseido, Kinerase, and Clinique.

So there you go girls, that's the top trends that are happening (and will be happening) this year. Of course, skin whitening, no-sun tanning, and products with SPF continue to rule the shelf.

But before you go, I'd like to know what's your latest, most innovative beauty find to date?

Back in high school, I was the....

2011-06-27T00:44:00.001+08:00

I got this idea from chuvaness, and decided to share with you a 'lil about myself when I was still struggling with angry pimples and peer pressure. During my teens, I was a quiet (and somewhat weird) person who became popular in school because of music --- I play keyboards. Music wasn't the only thing I like, I also played tennis and other sports (cause I get exempted during exams). Although, I was hardworking and part of the top class, I was a dreamy person who imagine things during math and end up drawing these imaginings throughout the lecture. That's when turn into a clown, cause I always get caught not listening. Despite my amiable disposition, I still had foes, and they bully me so I 'have' to bully them, too (a very reciprocal relationship, alright.) Enough about me.

So...who are you in this group?

Gift Ideas for my Birthday

2011-06-24T17:14:00.004+08:00

These are a few of my favorite things!

I know it's not the 14th of July yet but I'm pretty excited for my birthday which got me thinking of the things I'd like to receive (most of 'em are just things I want not need). So far, here's my wish list:

Books - Specifically titles such as Blink, Like the Flowing River, and A Cognitive Psychology of Mass Communication
Footwear - Size 8 classic flats and wedges with cushioned soles sans the bows and tassels (yes I got model-size feet but not model height!)
iPhone - I'm not a gadget-obsessive person but it just looks fashionable to have. Need I explain more?
Fossil Watch - I like big ones so I won't have to squint to figure out the time.
Sony voice recorder/ mp3 player - For ~~blackmailing.~~..It's for research interviews and for those long train travels
Clinique Happy Heart - Take a whiff of this perfume, and you'll have an idea how a sweet girl I am.
Light cardigan - I don't care what brand as long as it's in peach.
Shoulder bag - large enough to put in my books/magazines and whatnots
Movie DVDs - I'm a movie junkie. Gimme classic, musical, romcom, adventure, even national geographic sounds okay.
Parker pen - So I can start writing my thank you notes to those who remembered me on my birthday.

Of course, there are other things I like which are not found in the list, such as good ole donuts and cupcakes, Starbucks coffee tumblers, ribbons, cute jars/ vases, and fancy necklaces. Anyway, that's it folks! I wonder, what are your favorite things?

Happy Father's Day Papa

2011-06-19T01:59:00.005+08:00

"I hate the smell of fish", I thought quietly while cleaning the tilapia I just bought at Tesco. Pulled the stinky gut out, snipped the fins, and scraped the scales off these slimy buggers. "There you go. Now the fish doesn't look too scary-looking anymore," I said to myself.

I paused. Stared blankly at the freshly cleaned fish that's now bathing in salt and lemon juice.

A picture comes to mind.

It's Father's Day and Papa is miles away from where I am now.

It's funny how one can remember her father through fish --- nope he doesn't look nor smell like fish. He ain't a fisherman. I remember him 'cause the old man taught me how to clean fish properly, and other kitchen staples such as cooking rice the old fashioned way.

I realize that although I may have disagreements with him, at the end of the day, I am still my father's daughter. He's been a great influence to me and that sums up of who I am now. Well, more than just delivering immaculately clean fish. For one, unknowingly, he's inspired me to become a writer by making sure I don't screw up with my subject-verb agreements, diction, and sentence diagramming.

Thanks Papa for everything. You may have the worse singing voice, but that still lulled me to sleep. You may be a very strict disciplinarian with all that curfews, but that kept my head on straight. You may have been so old fashioned but that helped me not to be too open minded that my brains drop out. You may be flawed to some but for me, you're the only father I know who I'll continue to honor, value, and love.

From your darling daughter, Happy Father's Day!

Food For Thought

2011-06-17T15:10:00.009+08:00

I like taking photos because I like the idea that I could sort of watch life without having to be a part of it. But when you're the photographer you're like never in the picture...especially if you're using a DSLR with no tripod, that is never gonna happen. Anyway, change topic! Here are some random photos I took last week.

"Come along inside...let's see if the

cereals and fresh milk can make

the world a better place." --- on discovering how delicious muesli could be ^_^

"Health food may be good for the

conscience but with egg mayonnaise

it tastes a hell of a lot better!" ---- Polish radish salad that I learned to make a few days ago.

"If you ever have to give CPR to a

dying conversation, introduce the topic

of eating slurp-tastic noodles." ---- there came a point I went bonkers with stir-fried noodles.

"Me, sexy?

I'm just plain ole beans and rice." --- nasi lemak, my favorite Malay food and still running.

"Toto, I've a feeling

we're not in Kansas anymore..." --- took my hot pink flats out for a walk in Universiti Malaya

"Why do we crave for sweets when stressed?

Stressed is desserts spelt backwards!" --- Figuring out what those orange balls are...hmmm...

How to Make Your Own Wall Decal

2011-06-12T20:59:00.015+08:00

For the past few weeks, I was getting tired of my room --- it had nothing that reflects the person using it. I knew for a time that wall decals are one of the best ways to add chutzpah to a plain wall (I wanted to paint it but I'm not allowed). However, wall decals or wall stickers, are a bit expensive. A simple design can fetch RM25+ or Php300+, enough to buy you breakfast and lunch; a 2-hour train ticket, and so forth. So it didn't make sense, since I'm a penniless student, to throw money on walls. So the idea of prepping up my walls went into abeyance.

Make sure you got a pair of sharp scissors

Use your creativity in coming up with designs

I wanted brown for my tree branches but I only got this hue.

Two days ago, I was sifting through my mom's boxes, looking for a test paper when I happen on pieces of colored paper, and there snapped the idea of finally making my own wall decal. For most DIY wall decals, printed cloth or contact paper, and glue made of starch is commonly used, but for this instance I shall be using matte colored paper and paper tape because these are my only resources at home.

If you check out the wall decal designs online, majority of 'em are just silhouettes of daily objects or living creatures. So the design ideas are boundless --- take the free reign to come up with your unique style! You just have to picture out first what you want done on your walls and the magnitude of design. There's no need to plaster your whole wall with stickers, just pick out a corner or section that needs a face lift.

This will need some pressing using a plastic spatula; The leaves look like ripe mangoes.

This is the first design I made but I felt it needed more work

When it comes to choosing a design, choose one that fits your personal preference. Say, if you're a fashionista, silhouettes of shoes, purses, and dresses come in mind. Silhouettes of women, cars, guitars, and the likes could suit a guy's room. In my case, I happen to like birds and cats, though I never owned one. I wanted to wake up in a room that sortta greets me in the morning with brilliant colors. So, I decided to create this nature-like ambiance in my room.

Generally, it took me barely a day to finish my wall decal ^_^ the secret is simply to enjoy the process, and to experiment. Anyway, here's the end-result:

Placed the stickers near my vanity corner and tennis racket

Two blue cats man my bathroom door (I recently added bows to these creatures)

Something colorful to stare at should I loose my mind studying

As an afterthought, I realize that creativity isn't simply coming up with something beautiful. It's also about making most of your limited resources --- in my case leftover colored paper. What do you think? Pretty cool huh?

Interview: Kermit Tesoro in Lady Gaga X Gilt Groupe

2011-06-09T17:15:00.007+08:00

To the faint at heart, his scary shoes can get one cowering; to the vertically challenged, his shoes will make one towering; and to the fearless fashionista, it could be empowering.

Whatever you think about his heel-less shoes, it can't be ignored that his fashion piece made it into the campaign of the Lady Gaga X Gilt Groupe, an international fashion sale website. The luxury sale lasted for three days only (starting May 20, 2011) and is in line with Lady Gaga's newest album, Born This Way.

It was in late 2010 when Nicola Fermechetti’s styling team first contacted Kermit. "They saw some of my works and it was mid last year when I was introduced to his styling team." They primarily commissioned him to make outfits that Lady Gaga could wear to the MTV Video Music Awards. Kermit sent a whole box containing pieces from his Holiday 2010 collection but unfortunately, with delay at customs, the box didn’t make it on time.

Asked how he felt about the hold ups from customs, Kermit said, "I’m utterly clueless, but there’s this particular piece that they (customs) were asking. Let’s just say that I sent them a box containing more than 10 pieces."

Once again, the team asked Kermit to do something custom-made for Gaga’s album cover. “I sent sketches for Nicola to choose from and he chose this particular pair of shoes,” Kermit reveals in a Stylebible interview. However, on the second round, his design didn't make it in the album cover.

On the third time though, lady luck whacked her lucky wand on Kermit --- he made it and his heel-less shoe sold like hot pancakes at the Lady Gaga X Gilt Groupe flash sale.

Asked about the shoe, Kermit wouldn't disclose its tag price. Nevertheless, the young designer describes his shoe, "The design is chiefly based from my fall/holiday 2010 heel less shoes, since it was the given reference by Nicola and his team henceforth I have to modify the construction, material, look, and even making it more, riskier, if-I-may-say-so-myself to make it more forward than the previous design.The shoe is made of kid leather and the small spikes courtesy of Leeroy New were materials from the Holiday 2010."

Recently, Lady Gaga has been hailed as a power icon in Vogue's February Power Issue. I asked how his fashion piece contribute to the pop star's image. Kermit humbly put it this way, "I think Nicola Formichetti’s direction made it possible, and part of his selection of designers he works with, it’s my leading privilege working with the team. My lips are always sealed regarding my work, it’s quite complex to talk in behalf of your craft. Gaga deserves all the credit because she pushes the commercial boundaries and at the same time unites the untapped and unfamiliar methods with her mainstream status. While I think, as a designer I also have the same artistic advocacy to create anything coming out from the figment of my imagination and hints of studied reference; and exhibiting it in the public without thinking whether people would like it or not."

While a lot of budding designers continue to dream (and strive) for such worldwide acclaim, I scratch my head and wonder how this lucky punk does it. I suppose, it would be best to simply put it this way...

Kermit's just born this way.

My buddy boyz

2011-06-05T15:19:00.005+08:00

Jz Quiroz pens his thoughts in aimlesswander.tumblr.com

I rarely blog about my friends because most of them, bloggers, already have their online presence and the rest are likely the types who like to remain anonymous in this highly networked world. I guess, this post will be an exception 'cause I'll be introducing you two of my good friends who I also had the opportunity to work with --- one's a budding writer and the other's a budding photographer.

Let's start with JZ which stands for Jude Zander (he cringes when you call him by his second name. Right Zander?). I met this bloke sometime in August, last year. I remember painfully waiting at the lobby and he was just seated right across me, we started conversing (I dunno who started first) but that's how I came to know him, his incessant tweeting, and undying love for crunchy fatty burgers. Stylish, quiet, and intelligent, JZ can also be gullible sometimes (he'd trust anything I say --- the jedi mindtricks must be working!). His tweets are insanely cool and so is his blog, so do check it out!

Jae Holi's works are featured at flickr.com/people/sessionbeatz

Jae Holi's part of the D' Anothers, a group of 7 friends who love to huddle inside a small pantry and share a plate of stir-fried noodles. A good friend, he's the guy who knows all about me and still likes me. When it comes to dancing, Jae's talent can put a dance instructor's skills to shame.We were team mates in a dance competition, wherein we bagged first prize. Anyway, little did I know that he also had an eye for photography. It was just when he left the company that he ventured into this spendy hobby (his lunch money would all go to the DSLR) which turned into a freelance stint. To date, he's snapped some of the most eye-catching photos I've ever seen on flickr.

Aside from getting great laughs and memories, I am so grateful to be surrounded with friends who present the best of their work --- these two gentlemen are just starting but show potential. Their passion to create is infectious and it somehow reminds me that life's full of inspiration. How bout you? What do you think about your circle of friends?

To end this post, let me quote my fave writer C.S.Lewis:

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art...It has no survival value; rather it is one of the things that give value to survival."

Review: Safi Balqis Perfect 10 Toner

2011-06-01T01:23:00.001+08:00

Safi Balquis Perfect 10 Toner in 100ml

When it comes to toners, I don't splash a lot of cash on them because a good toner need not be expensive to be effective. Also, the ones that can be bought in a grocery or drug store are a safe bet. Back in the Philippines, I regularly use Pond's Oil Solution pore conditioning toner which has been a great help in keeping my skin clean and pimple-free. Now that I live in Malaysia, I couldn't find my favorite blue bottle so I try new ones that provide the same benefits.

Currently, I've been using Safi Balquis Perfect 10 Toner for almost a week. A 100ml bottle costs nearly RM7. According to the back label, it claims to help tighten pores and lighten skin in just 2 weeks. To be honest, I don't trust any whitening claims unless it's a product that has to be injected or taken orally. For toners, I'm more specific with its cleansing and moisturizing properties.

Too blue on the cotton ball

Like my other product reviews, I wanna make this easy for you. So here's a laundry list of why I like and don't like about this product:

It can be purchased in any drug / grocery store (Guardian, Watson's, Tesco, etc.)
Does a decent job of getting rid of oil and gunk.
For mature babes who don't wanna over dry their skin with toners, this bottle contains Q10, an ingredient that helps promote skin suppleness and renewal. Unfortunately, it doesn't exactly indicate how much Q10 it has.
It's mild on the skin --- no sting!
Unfortunately, it's not scent-free. It smells good though and it lasts on your face for a few minutes.
Most of its description is written in Malay. So foreigners, you will have to either guess or use google translate.
Not a surefire solution to erasing acne marks. For that problem, you'll need a spot-on cream or lemon essence for pesky dark spots.

So that's it for now ^_^ What's your favorite toner/ astringent?

Welcome Home Jake!

2011-05-22T22:49:00.005+08:00

Yeah this is life!

Kids are naturally adorable but they come with minor flaws: stinky gooey poop, earth-shattering crying, squirming tantrums, and so on.

I suppose that's a reason why I don't go gaga about 'em. But I'm about to make an exception'cause from now on I'm a proud auntie of a healthy 7lb baby boy named Jake Cacha, my sister's lil bundle of joy! Jake, the last baby I seriously took care of was your mom. Too bad I ain't there to see you and carry you --- it must feel awesome! Cheers to you Jake and I hope you'll grow up to become an intelligent, compassionate, and strong boy.

bloody cuteness...

UNICEF Auction for Action

2011-05-20T17:45:00.004+08:00

Some eons of years ago, I once taught briefly in a public school. As a young educator, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but all that went down the drain when I saw how pitiful our public education system is. In one class, I had over 80 students sprawled on the wooden floor, and one tattered book had to be shared by four to five students. It was very upsetting (and now you know why it was just a brief stint.)

Now, the reason why I'm sharing this is simply because of a post I read from Daphne's Diary. UNICEF, a global movement for children, will be holding an Auction for Action event. The live auction will happen on May 25, visit eBay.ph/unicef to view complete catalog. Top Filipino artists have donated their paintings for this cause wherein the proceeds will go to UNICEF's projects that ensure children grow up healthy, go to school, are protected from harm, and develop to reach their full potential. If you're a firm believer that children, around the globe, deserve a nourishing and peaceful world to live in, let's help UNICEF by spreading the news.

Here's a sneak peak of the items on auction:

Eating Healthy --- Seriously

2011-05-17T17:37:00.006+08:00

Cornflakes with chopped almonds, banana and strawberry slices, all doused with non-fat, high calcium milk

I love rice, be it plain steamed, fried or porridge. I just heart rice to death! This love affair with rice, however, has taken its toll on me. I gained weight and all of a sudden the clothes I stuffed in my luggage on my way to Malaysia are now seriously numbered. It did not look flattering anymore. So like any bad relationship, a breakup was needed, immediately! It's time to focus --- cause dieting requires some mind control --- and stop listening to my insatiable, whiny stomach.

Have some freshly squeezed orange in the morning! This cured my hacking cough.

Now, instead of hiding my weight gain through roomy clothes ---'cause it's difficult to buy new clothes when you're so far from a mall. I decided that it's time to face the music and start eating healthy. Going back to the rabbit habit, that is eating a lot of fruits and veggies and lessening the intake of processed food, was a tough ordeal at first. I mean, after all the delicious fun I've had, how could I easily give up ice cream, cold cola and salty chips so easily?

Well, for one thing, I'm glad that the folks I live with are also health conscious and with a little inspiration and motivation, these somehow jump start my desire to become healthy again. As opposed to what media suggests on beauty, I'm not gunning for a mean lean frame (which is never my body shape), I just wanna be healthy and fit.

Fresh salad made of sprouts, tomatoes, carrot sticks, and lettuce, all drizzled in olive oil

Remember the adage: "Eat breakfast like a king; lunch like a prince; and dinner like a pauper."

This eating pattern makes a lot of sense because our body requires heavy nutrition in the morning to lots of work, and less at night because the body is usually at rest. I'm glad that since I am always at home, I have time to prepare myself a real breakfast fit for a king!

I love grilled cheese sandwiches in the morning but if I do get mighty hungry, I'd end up with a bowl of cereal or just a cup of rice and eggs! Studies have shown that two eggs for breakfast can curb hunger--- a protein rich breakfast can help provide the feeling of fullness. And because I ate enough in the morning, I notice that I eat less towards the end of the day.

Snack attack with lotsa fruits!

Of course staying healthy is a not just a diet change but a lifestyle makeover as well which includes getting enough sleep (8 hours max), drinking lots of water, and making my heart race once in a while (at least 3x a week). I once enjoyed dancing hip hop and running for fitness but the folks I live with enjoy a less-injurious activity, so I'm settling for brisk walking and swatting shuttlecocks (badminton) --- both works wonders nevertheless.

I'm on my second week of healthy eating and living and this early on I notice some encouraging results: I feel less bloated and my skin looks clearer. Anyway, I'm just sharing this especially to those who are still battling with the idea of eating healthy...Eating healthy (I prefer this term than dieting) may appear inhibiting or plain drudgery at first but in the end the benefits outnumber the 'lil sacrifices ^_^ Why don't you try it?

My Favorite 3D Animation Films

2011-05-12T23:06:00.000+08:00

I'm a movie nutcase, and some of my most beloved selections include 3D animation films. Yes, you read right. I like children entertainment, and no matter how my mum teases me that they're meant for kids, I think most of their plots are very relevant to adult life. So in this post, I'll share with you my favorites and why I've come to love them.

For a non-driving chick, I get my need for speed from a racing movie and Cars deliver! Apart from the catchy soundtrack, the characters are irresistible that I actually own miniature models of 'em. I like this movie simply for its feel good humor and good values such as good friendship and unselfishness. This movie, I learned that to stay on the road to success, one must learn to enjoy the journey. Be compassionate and don't be too hard on yourself 'cause on life's path there'll be lots of twisty turns along the way. As Rascal Flatts croons it, "Life is a highway and I won't ride it all night long."

Superheroes were pretty much a one-man show except in The Incredibles wherein you have the complete family members, each possessing super powers. I'm a sucker for feel-good movies, and somehow this film never fails to cheer me up. Apart from the funny characters --- I like Edna, she reminds me of American Vogue's Anna Wintour. I think, this film shares a very interesting lesson: It's time to realize that we all possess something special, a power in us, that we have to wield in order to have purpose and feel alive.

I knew it! I knew my toys had a life of their own once I turn off the lights! Correct me if I'm wrong but Toy Story is the mother of all 3D animation films.Watching it reminds me of the plenty toys I once owned --- I remember having those plastic green soldiers before. Anyway, it's hard not to feel heavily invested with the Toy Story gang (Woody, Buzz Lightyear, Jessie, and even stupid Rex) 'cause they're tiny yet hopeful and optimistic. Everything's an adventure here and you see these little guys getting thrown, slammed, pushed and still ending up surviving every challenge.

Surf's Up is like watching American Idol in 3D animated beach waves. I swear, the waves are rolling and crashing just like the real thing! You can feel it in your nuggets! What I like best about Surf's Up is it's story line --- they make the viewers feel like they're a participant. Likewise, I love the characters especially Cody Maverick and Big Z and yeah, the chicken! Here, the rookie and the master learn something from each other on what it takes to be a winner. The values of friendship, respect, and listening to your mentors are all highlighted.

I love this film, well except for the part wherein the rats did all the cooking --- it was puke-inducing. Ratatouille was rather refreshing 'cause I think the last films I watched that had an army of rats would be the classic Ben (1972) and An American Tail, and after that I couldn't remember any movie that had 'em. As a food writer, I find the plot rather indulging. It challenges the notion of what the perfect meal should be --- somehow, I'd agree that the best tasting food are the ones that come with a pleasant memory. Think about your favorite comfort food, wouldn't that draw a grin on your face?

Okay that pretty much sums up my favorite 3D animation films. Of course, there are others such as UP, Wall-E and Monsters Inc. that I still consider my favorites. But it so happens that I'm already getting sleepy-eyed so I think this list will just have to do for now ^_^

How about you? What's your favorite 3D animation film? Share me your list!

Kellie's Castle

2011-05-08T23:56:00.006+08:00

Kellie's Castle is 20 minutes away from Ipoh

When you think of castles, the topmost places you'll think, aside from phony ones in Disneyland theme parks, would be Germany, France, and the United Kingdom. As a foreigner, I did not expect I'd find one in Malaysia. Well whaddayaknow, there's one standing alone at the top of a little hill overlooking the Kinta River. Named, Kellie's Castle, this huge castle is worth visiting for its historical value.

Kellie's Castle from afar

This castle integrates different architectural designs

Red bricks compose the castle's halls

For one, this unfinished castle's almost a hundred years old --- construction started in 1915. Built by William Kellie Smith, a Scots man who made money in Malaysia during the1890s, the castle signifies a man's swelling ambition even on today's standards. Well, with large square rooms, a spacious wine cellar, an elevator, and outdoor dining area, the castle was built to welcome Kinta's tight circle of socialites with lavish evening parties.

Curling tobacco smoke and flowing wine is supposed to occur atop the castle

This corner was supposed to be a 'lil chapel

Looking for the ghost that haunts this castle

Of course there were love stories, that likened the castle as India's Taj Mahal --- Discovery Chanel however dismissed the romantic angle and found out that it was also built for practical reasons --- to battle the country's harsh weather --- thick walls helped cool the rooms of the castle. Construction of the castle also went through some crisis and long delays. His wife's inheritance money wasn't available, and sickness caused the unfinished project to stretch almost a decade.

According to locals, it's in this hall you'll find Kellie's ghost

This arch beautifully frames its surrounding environment

Somehow, some good things never last --- just when the castle was at its last finishing touches, life gave the owner a cruel fate. Kellie Smith died of pneumonia during his trip to Portugal, a trip he was making to collect his lift. His heartbroken wife then packed up and sold the estate to a British company, Harrisons and Crosfield.

Although medieval, Kellie's folly teaches us something very applicable in today's world. His case negates the old dogma that a house is an 'asset'. Property taxes, construction and maintenance cost, existing debts, all these and more, drained money from his pockets.

This is the house were the Smiths first reside

Remains of the first house

Vandals love to leave their marks engraved

Today, Kellie's Castle continues to draw in visitors --- it's become not only a monumental site, but also a favorite locale for budding and professional photographers / movie makers. When my folks and I visited that day, there was a wedding pictorial ongoing. With just 5RM, you can already roam around the estate and check out every nook and cranny. That's value for money.

You always seem to get a lovely view in every window

Scaffoldings keep this house intact

Walking the halls, I was quite fascinated to see how the castle was artistically built, to date no one knows exactly who designed the castle. Judging by arches and windows alone, it has European and Islamic influences, which were believed to be inspired from Smith's travels in India.

Another fascinating thing about the castle is its tunnel which is believed to connect the castle to the nearby Hindu temple, which was commissioned by Smith in order to please the Hindu deities and keep the workers working.The 1.5km high and 1m passage way was discovered during a road expansion in mid-2003.

Let's do some baking! Pillsbury quick brownies boleh?

Stairs lead to the tower

Lovely window frames in Moorish design

Despite factual evidence, the castle continues to be a conversation piece for ghost sightings, mystery, and undying love. It's said that the owner haunts this castle to this day --- he's found lingering in the halls, inspecting the castle's ongoing development. I suppose I should go for another visit and maybe, I'd meet the old man ^_^ and ask him how he envisions the castle to be. Oh and in case you wanna meet him too, click here to get directions to Kellie's Castle.

Something to Ponder

2011-05-06T19:38:00.002+08:00

Tired and sweat drenched, I took shelter at a bus station near my faculty. It was past 11 in the morning and still no sign of the bus that routes back to the nearby university station. What's taking it too long?

I looked around and saw a crumpled day-old newspaper. Stale news...but better than being left with nothing to do. I took it and read its content until I stumbled on something:

Yes, I may be a horoscope reader and my zodiac sign is cancer but that's not the point. The point is, I know what I did must have been wasted time and a hard blow on the heart but just like the old newspaper, that's old news.

I put the past away for something better --- now that's news!

Top 10 Hats During the Royal Wedding

2011-04-30T11:26:00.005+08:00

Aside from Kate's sparkling tiara and Prince William's balding head, hats can certainly catch camera attention during massive gatherings. Since all eyes were on Kate's dress, I suppose it was a wise decision to adorn themselves with feathered and flowered hats --- in all colors, shapes, and sizes --- that must match perfectly with the dress. I must say, it was a church full of social / royal peacocks shaking their tail feathers!

In this quick run through, I'll give you some good-looking and silly-looking hats and toppers (in my p.o.v.) spotted during the royal wedding. Let's begin....

#1 Hats off to Princess Letizia of Asturias for her sound fashion choice. Pretty in rose pink, her hat fits her perfectly and has a delicate veil that accentuate her lovely eyes.

#2 Is that a giant hibiscus? Never mind, Miriam Gonzalez's headpiece reminds me of good ole vaudeville glamour. She pulled it off!

#3 Bend it like the Beckhams! At first, Posh's glum face and dark dress would make me think she's attending a funeral, but I'd have to say her tiny cap with swirly branches looks majah!

#4 Bravo to Sophie Wessex's neutral-colored headpiece that looks clean and feminine.

#5 I love the peachy color of Princess Victoria's dress and sun shade --- together with her smile, it looks so fresh and radiant.

#6 Super dynasty era: Sophie Winkleman's hat may look too strong but it matches well with her pearl drop earrings and blazer.

#7 The interplay of black and white of Sally Bercow's feathered top looks rather eye-catching. Would you agree?

#8 Canary yellow usually signifies happiness, and the Queen has truly showed her true colors!

#9 Carole Middleton's powder blue hat looks clean and fresh to the eyes.

#10 Last but not the least, I'd give it to Chelsy Davy for wearing a minimal-looking topper, which in turn gave emphasis on her aqua green dress.

And finally those who missed it...sadly the hat overpowered them:

Are those pink antlers? Princess Beatrice, I think, I can hang my car keys on your headpiece.

Hat or Flower? Hat or Flower? Zara Philips couldn't choose so she's wearing both on each sides.

The Queen of Denmark's choice of color's brilliant but the feathers in her cap look kindda frail.

The eagle has landed on Frances Osborne. Too much of something is bad enough...

The flower and the boat-looking vase unite! Bravo to their courage, however, I find it a bit over don't you think?

And there you go folks some of the lovely and forgettable hats spotted during the royal wedding, which makes me wonder what you'd wear in case you were invited to attend the royal wedding...biker crash helmet? mad hatter's hat? playboy bunny ears? Imagine.

William and Kate

2011-04-29T23:59:00.006+08:00

A few hours ago,we have just witnessed a Cinderella-like romance punctuated with the never-dying line and they lived happily ever after. Those crazy with the Princess Diaries series and Disney Princess must've been glued to the telly since morn, and those at the brink of swearing off love must've turned full-pledge romantic converts. And those who didn't came for some romantic fill, were most probably media vultures and fashion watchers on the look out for inspiration that'll be tomorrow's news and fashion trends.

Whatever the reason, it can't be denied how elegant, dignified, and understated Kate's wedding gown is ---- I'm so glad it ain't like the puffy gown Will's mom, the late Princess Diana, wore during her big day, so two thumbs up from me! The dress somewhat reminded me of the dress worn by Hollywood legend Grace Kelly during her marriage to Prince Rainer of Monaco.

According to fashion sources, the Alexander McQueen gown was a labor of lace --- it's made of French chantily lace and English cluny lace through the bodice, skirt, and underskirt. The skirt is made of ivory and white satin gazar, and was designed to resemble an opening flower. Watch the royal wedding replay here.

Unlike Princess Diana's gown that looked awfully poufy and heavy, I heard they also sew in a golden shoe horse somewhere in the underskirts, Kate's gown appeared fashionably streamlined and comfortable. Royals or non-royals, I think, can wear her gown 'cause it doesn't look silly and ostentatious. If you're ain't sure you can click here to zoom in the wedding dress.

Speaking of ostentatiousness, I think some of the guests took their fashion sense a tad bit higher than acceptable. Next post, I'll show some scaps of the best and the worst top hats during the royal wedding ^_^

Cheers to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge!

Funny. I'm a sucker for happy endings ^_^ For bitter folks, they think it's easier to fall in love than stay in love...but no matter what the sad songs say about romance, broken hearts do mend and when you see two loving persons like this, you turn into (once again) a romantic.

Screen caps courtesy of the BBC

Monorail Cafe

2011-04-23T18:38:00.000+08:00

The Monorail Cafe at Station Keretapi Ipoh

Mom getting cozy

A friend once told me that Ipoh's a perfect place for good eats and treats. I haven't been around in Ipoh much but I suppose, I'd have to agree. For one, you don't have to step out of the Ipoh train station, in case you're traveling by train, for some good food 'cause there's Monorail Cafe at your service! Serving customers for over a year, the little shop continues to attract train passengers with its light snacks, such as hot buns, and heavy rice meals.

Enjoy a plate of roti canai!

Flat bread with gravy!

Their menu's got English translation!

For lunch, I had warm flat bread, called roti dipped in canai (pronounced as chanai), a curry-tasting gravy made of boiled chickpeas and some spice. The combination of warm buttery flat bread and curry is impossible to resist! I end up mopping the gravy with my last piece of flat bread. For this snack, this costs us RM1.80.

Chicken with gingery sauce and veggies

Next stop, I had chicken and rice. I know it's chicken again --- but at least this one's cooked differently 'cause it's coated with a gingery gravy mixture. Unfortunately I don't know what it's called but I bet locals have this in their kitchens. I also had a plateful of rice and some vegetables, which costs RM5.80 all in all --- way better than that limp noodle soup I had at Jusco.

Overall, I like Monorail Cafe's food and fast service, as well as the ambiance it gives to consumers --- elegantly marbled tables and stools, potted plants, and some soothing classic ballads being played --- you're definitely not in a common kopitiam. And most of all, the owners are friendly and the menu's also written in English ^_^

Anyhoo, good food breeds more...photos! It appears that a full belly makes a photographer. Here are some photos I took while waiting for my train ride:

Dried flowers in a glass vase

Red mailbox

Old clock hanging on a corner

The shop boy serving tea

A quiet corner inside the train station

Monorail Cafe

Station Keretapi Ipoh

Jalan Panglima

Bukit Gantang Wahab

30200 Ipoh, Perak

email: ani_030959@hotmail.com

05-2810977

One Saturday in Ipoh

2011-04-18T17:04:00.003+08:00

Ipoh Train Station

When you're a student who's bent into research and other school-related stuff, it's becoming a usual routine to just stay at home and face the computer. It can get predictable sometimes, but thankfully there's nearby Tesco, the new town, and the nature trail to keep you sane. And if things get desperate, you take a 2-hour train ride from Kampar to Kuala Lumpur. This weekend however was different --- my mom and I decided to visit nearby Ipoh.

Inside the train station; notice the architecture.

The Monorail Cafe is located at the train station

Instead of bringing a car and eventually get lost, we opted to take the train, which costs as low as 6RM a ticket. We took the slow train since we were in no hurry, but in case you want a faster train, just take the ETS train.

Says Wikipedia, Ipoh is one of the major cities of Malaysia and is best known for its antiquity --- notable 'white columned' buildings and other infrastructure built during the British colonial era. Similarly, the city is also known for its famous restaurants and hawker centers.

Armed with a few wads of cash and some curiosity, we had a glimpse of the city through our taxi driver, who, with little English he could muster, tried to name each building that would pass our way. Despite the loss in translation, I somewhat appreciate the driver's effort.

I'm not sure what this building is...hmmm.

One thing I love about Ipoh is its mountains

Since it's my first time to visit Ipoh, I didn't know what to expect --- but was a bit surprise to see that it's a progressive city. The city looks clean, the roads are wide and there's a cab just in case you don't feel like bringing your car. We spent a few hours at Fair Park --- lots of shops in that area, and then we headed off to Jusco (like SM malls) to have our lunch and do some shopping.

Time to have some lunch!

I had seafood soup with misua

Big Apple doughnuts never fail to delight me!

A temple situated near the train station

I didn't take photos inside the mall --- since all malls look the same! I had soupy noodles for lunch, which I didn't like 'cause it was too salty --- Why is it I am not so lucky with food adventures lately? Thankfully, I was somewhat saved by the doughnuts ^_^

As much as we wanted to go around and take some more photos, time wasn't on our side that day --- it passed by quickly. Nevertheless, we enjoyed our short trip and hope to come back soon. Besides, it's just 30 minutes away from little Kampar ^_- Anyway, if you're a foreigner like me who's interested to go to Ipoh, click on this link for some directions.

The Legend Hotel, Kuala Lumpur

2011-04-12T23:24:00.009+08:00

Stayed for a night at the Legend Hotel with my dear sis Denice ^_^ It felt like ages from the last time I saw her in Sta. Rosa, Laguna that I just couldn't pass up the chance for some bonding time in a beautiful room complete with kitchen, a couch, and hot shower. Prior to heading to the hotel, we spent the whole afternoon, killing our feet as we check out the clothes shops, including Topshop, Zara, and Marks & Spencer, in Suria KLCC. We ended up getting some stuff for my friend's growing tots.

Of course, like most get-together, food becomes the binding element.

When it comes to new cuisine, I'm not as fearless as Denice --- she loves to explore new flavors with abandon while I somehow stick with the familiar. She senses my apprehension, like a stubborn chimp grasping tightly on the monkey bars, whenever I hear a weird-sounding dish. I suppose, my long ordeal with home-cooked meals has somewhat tapered my quest for new taste.

Except sushi.

Succinctly delicious!

My friend gave me a ticket to a lavish dining experience, and consuming sushi was the order of the day. Eating sushi, I think at the beginning, was more of a chic thing to do for the elite and the posh --- those chopsticks look so technical. But then as sushi was made more available to the general public, think Sushi King and Teriyaki Boy and all those sushi shops with conveyor belts... the fear factor and the novelty of it broke down.

Hence explains why I'm devouring this tiny octopus seasoned with sesame seeds:

I know it may be revolting but the tentacled thing tastes wonderful!

Hotel Dinner = RM75.

Belly Goodness = Priceless.

After more than a week's diet of chicken and some pork, I was more than willing to submit myself to raw fish and fragrant rice rolled in seaweed! I dunno but there's this unexplainable zing you get from light soy sauce with wasabi paste --- if you put lots of the latter, you've finally found a way to remedy sinusitis! Moreover, I just love the way everything comes in bite-size. No mess.

Everything's made bite-size

I love desserts topped with strawberries

The buffet table at the Legend Hotel was indeed a delight to the eyes. It seems there was no end and they will try and create the sushi --- and dessert --- just the way you like it. Of course there are limits to a woman's belly, and as much as I'd like to stuff all the goodness in while I take another route to the table, I was already full to the brim.

Mini macarons in colors pink and cream

Funny.

I felt (and looked) like Winnie the Pooh, to be exact, very stuffed with fluffies.

And with such heaviness, I felt that my eyelids also started to feel heavy as well! Good thing, the bed's comfortable --- soft yet supports my back --- and monstrously huge, more than enough rolling space. Still chatting with my friend, I was trying to keep awake, but somehow the bed won, and I...ended up...having one of my most good nights of sleep.

Sleep tight peeps!

8th International Halal Showcase (MIHAS), April 6-9

2011-04-10T14:57:00.008+08:00

One of the best ways to learn about a country's culture is food --- and what better way to experience this is through attending food conferences! Last week, my auntie and I attended the 8th International Halal Showcase held at the Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre, Halls 1-5. It's a gathering of the world's finest halal food and beverage makers, as well as traders, from over 30 countries.

Food has always been an interest of mine (who doesn't?). I think food's very important that if I miss a trip to the grocery that would be the end of it! I may be exaggerating but as what Virginia Woolf puts it, "One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well."

Certified foodie at MIHAS

This Ocean Ria finger food is so tasty ^_^

I learnt about this food event through my colleague and eventually ended up dragging my aunt along so she can enjoy the extremely varied food and other delicacies being showcased. That particular day however was reserved for traders, not for public, thankfully the organizers allowed us to enter. When I got in, I noticed how fully packed it was and that each booth was bedecked with products, food samplers and even some giveaways. The organizers gave us a pack of date paste (deliciously mashed dates w/ honey), date syrup, etc. courtesy of Date Crown.

Wrinkled. If you taste this, it won't wrinkle your face --- that's for sure!

Auntie's smile is as sweet as Dairy Champ's condensed milk

Back in the Philippines, tea w/ milk isn't a common drink (we're coffeeholics). Hence, my aunt was surprised to know that tea and condensed milk can be combined into a drink called teh tarik. The above photo shows her having a swell time w/ the teh tarik mixer --- smile and laughter is brightest, in the place where food is!

After consuming a cup of teh tarik, my aunt and I enjoyed looking at Fidani's chocolate sculpture --- a Chinese dragon surrounded by some lush vegetation. We also sampled some of Fidani's chocolate creations that are packed in dainty gift boxes.

I wonder if they can carve a mini Harry Potter to go w/ this dragon...

Fidani chocolates are made from pure cocoa butter

At least these ain't smelly as the fruit

If you're a dessert-loving person, you'll find Belgium's Rolph and Rolph booth mouthwatering. They specialize in frozen sweet and savory desserts in verrines --- which they all showcased! Unfortunately there was no one manning the booth, so all we could do was just stare at the beautiful desserts --- prolly they taste good as well!

How I wish I can open this up!

These filled glasses are frozen in nitrogen at -70 Celsius

Another booth I love is from a local chocolate maker --- their choco creations are spectacular 'cause it's in the form of daily things we use or see around the house. However, I somewhat lost their business card (my bad!). Whoever reads this blog and knows the maker, kindly inform me so I can give 'em due credit.

Let's play a game of chess :) be ready w/ your toothbrush afterwards!

I'd rather put this in my mouth than slip it on my foot!

Choco cookware!

Our daily bread ^_^ from Interflour

Auntie's getting some London Dairy ice cream

Of course, it's not just all food in the International Halal Showcase, there were also some beauty products such as body soaps, facial care, etc, much to my aunt's delight. Aside from knowing what we put in our mouth, I think it's also important to know what we slather on our skin ^_^

The EX cream from Royal Cosmetics Japan

The company claims that their product's good as SK-II, their EX series is good for all skin types and blends gold flakes and herbal elements, as well as unique moisturizer. It provides moisture and firmness, preserving skin's suppleness.

Glamore BB cream suits morena toned beauties

Glamore BB cream is one of the world's first halal certified blemish balm cream. It is a highly concentrated oil-free formula that helps hide scars, reduce pimples, and protects skin from UV rays with its SPF 6.62 PA+++. What I like about their BB cream is that it's not as ghastly white as the ones you get from Korean labels, such as Skin Food, Etude, etc.

These Cemara Ayu soaps are really fragrant

Because it was hot that afternoon, I couldn't help but sniff and purchase a bar of soap from Cemara Ayu --- I got their 12 Roses soap. A spa supplier, Cemara Ayu provides equipment, supplies, and accessories. Their products include soaps, candles, aromatherapy oils, creams, butters, and so forth.

My auntie with the Mama Chops Papa Grill Boys!

Good food ends with good talk Hence, we had a splendid time at the halal food showcase --- one of the best choice I've ever made to keep my auntie entertained during her visit in Malaysia. The two-hour visit wasn't enough to check all booths (as well as taste all food), but we still ended up having fun because we were able to sample new flavours and buy products at discount prices.

Congratulations to the MIHAS organizers and participants, it was a successful show and I can't wait to attend next year's showcase.

Unforgettable Elizabeth Taylor

2011-03-27T15:46:00.000+08:00

Well behaved women rarely make history.

Elizabeth Taylor has been laid to rest, yet her arresting beauty, as well as her legacy – major film achievements, humanitarian works, and even scandals, and controversies – isn’t about to rest, just yet. A born fighter, Taylor showed gumption during her long bout with congestive heart failure. She was once quoted saying,”I have outlived so many who have prematurely buried me.”

An immortal star she still had her weakness for bourbon, hot dogs, and prescription drugs that left her an annoying spare flesh and wobble. Despite her earthly (and fleshy) vices, her name still resonates as Hollywood’s goddess and an inspiration to many AIDS survivors.For this feature, we pay tribute to the violet-eyed movie star and her fashion style on- and off-screen.

Fashionably fearless

When it came to fashion, Taylor was fearless. She wore clothes that had sex appeal and extravagance. When she was younger, she sported plunging necklines with delicate straps, and when she grew older, her style got feistier. During the 70s, she favored tight miniskirts and more elaborate headpieces; 80s ushered in feather boas, bright blue eye shadow and poufy everything. Towards the end of her life, the dame was draped with fur and diamonds, as well as swathed in silk caftans.

From the time she began her film career in Lassie Come Home, viewers have been coveting her on-screen style choices, from those Jodhpur pants in National Velvet, the dress that showed her wonderful figure in A Place in the Sun, to the white lace and silk slip she favored in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Says Jane Likens, associate professor of fashion design at Philadelphia University,”She wasn’t a fashion person, but her images in whatever role she was playing…would be picked up by everyone.” According to Likens, one of the most important roles that influenced fashion includes Cleopatra wherein a lot of women had that eye makeup.

Violet eyes

Before colored contact lenses became a fashion/ beauty staple, Taylor was a natural when it came to eye color --- she was born with violet eyes framed with double row of eyelashes. A rarity, her eye color was a result of mutation. Those eyes inspired longing, envy and a few beauty products. Chicago-based optimal company, Wesley-Jensen created violet contact lenses in the 1980s, a time when contact lenses were only for prescription. Before their debut, the company spokesperson told the New York Times that their violet contact lenses were inspired from Taylor. They pasted many photos of her all over their R&D lab.

Scent –sational entrepreneur

Before Britney Spears, Fergie, and Paris Hilton, Taylor was the first celebrity to put her name on a perfume. In her mid 50s, Taylor introduced her first perfume, Passion. Successful celebrity fragrance lines weren’t at all aplenty in 1987. “She was the first celebrity to put her name on a fragrance that was accessible to many,” said Lori Zelenko on behalf of the New York-based Fragrance Foundation. At that time, Taylor couldn’t imagine the sweet smell of success her perfume would bring. Says Taylor, “Passion is the ingredient in me that has made me who I am. It’s my passion for life…my passion for passion that has made me never give up.”

The success of Passion led to the release of White Diamonds. According to Bloomberg editor, Diane Brady, “White Diamonds is, I think, the best-selling perfume brand of any celebrity.” According to Elizabeth Arden, they will continue to sell her fragrances.

All that jazz

Aside from building a scent empire, Taylor was one of the first actresses to get into costume jewelry. A pioneer in that area, she made money from her jewelry line, House of Taylor. Over the years, she has some of the most notable jewelry pieces in history, including a 33.1-carat Krupp Diamond, the Duchess of Windsor diamond brooch, the Grand Duchess of Russia emeralds, a 69.42-carat pear-shaped Taylor-Burton Diamond, and the 50-carat La Pergrina Pearl, which was once, owned by Mary I of England.

In her book, Elizabeth Taylor: My Love Affair with Jewelry, she says, “I’m fortunate to have some very important pieces of jewelry. I don’t believe I own any of the pieces. I believe that I am their custodian, here to enjoy them, to give them the best treatment in the world, to watch after their safety, and to love them.”

“I knew that I wanted to give others a glimpse of the thrills and pure happiness that these beautiful creations have given me.”

She recently hosted an auction of donated jewelry that rose over USD240, 000 for the Elizabeth Taylor AIDS Foundation. When she removed the engagement ring given to her by Richard Burton, an emerald and diamond ring, she told the crowd, “Please know that it is not easy for me to give it away. It is only my commitment to AIDS that persuaded me to let it go. My love is inside that ring forever.”

Mabinay Spring

2011-03-21T22:43:00.001+08:00

If there's anything good about death in the family, that would be 'instant' reunions --- suddenly, you're vacuumed into a whirlpool that pulls you right to the bottom of your roots. In this case, my mother's hometown. As far as my memory goes, I never really had a strong recollection of my growing up years in the province. I was too young and all I can remember were the sepia-colored bits and pieces that were still memorable nevertheless. Aside from paying my last respects to my grandmother, I think what made this journey back to the south important was that I had a better understanding of my mother's humble, yet charming, beginnings --- it made me understand her more. After meeting her friends, neighbors, dyed-in-the-wool seventh day adventists, and the very house she once dwelt in, I say I have a pretty picture of how she must've been before I was born into this world.

Water's really cold here...

Kayaking, including life vest, costs only Php50

Now so much for that, I just would like to share with you some more of my travel experience. I am sure not all of you have heard of Mabinay in Negros Oriental. For the record, it's 'farmtown brought to life'. Mabinay is located in the interior part of the province of Negros Oriental surrounded by municipalities of Bayawan, Manjuyod, Bindoy, Ayugon and the city of Bais, Negros Oriental and the municipality of Kabangkalan, Negros Occidental.But despite of being a farm town, there are still a few places you can go and relax. First off, Mabinay Spring...

Despite the passage of time, I'm amazed to know that this spring-fed lake is still very much alive. A landmark in Mabinay, as well as the main source of potable water, the spring is admission free. It's a non-fancy place for picknickers and bathers who just wanna cool off the heat. No need to be a fashionista here.

Tourism office is open 8AM-5PM (Mon-Fri); and 10AM-4PM (Sat & Sun)

My cousin doing some serious thinking over the lake

The lake is very deep so extra caution for those who aren't good swimmers. For those who can't swim, there are life vests and other floating apparatus available for rent.

In case you get hungry, there are no fast food chains nearby the lake, except a kitchenette called GRV, which I'll feature next, so it's most likely you'll have to bring packed food, and if you're a girl/ boy scout, you can make your own bonfire to reheat your food. If you're traveling from Dumaguete, it may take you a little more than 3 hours to reach Mabinay Spring. You can travel via the Ceres bus. Courtesy of google, here's a map for your use:

I hope this post will be useful, just in case you do find yourself in this province. Like what they all say, sharing is caring ^_^

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2011-03-17T00:01:00.001+08:00

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